The Wombwell Rainbow moment of inception
Haibun for the excluded
I never have felt, and never will feel, that I am part of what we call nature. I observe, yearn to be, to enter into that wild dimension framed by grass stalks, moving, coloured air, and the million scents I will never know. Like watching a cricket match, a film in Urdu, the grinning teeth of golden people on a yacht. On the outside, beyond an unseen wall, looking in, understanding nothing.
Kestrel hovers
fearless or just ignorant
of our gravity.
Bios and Links
Jane Dougherty
lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.