Love reached through the leaves
Rowanberry red, blood dark,
She cupped her hands, her face, her lips
And drank it thick and sweet,
Drank it to the lees,
Though the lees were more bitter
Than wormwood.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

6 thoughts on “Grainne”

  1. Lovely. I saw the name and the pirate ships and thought of a distant relative who was called Grannia O’Mally, Queen of the Pirates. Thought that was what you were writing. Love this.

    1. I am so glad you like this little poem! I’ve been completely immersed in retelling some of the old stories, writing poems based on them and reading a friend’s wonderful stories based on Scottish ballads (see preevious post) it’s difficult to get into anything else 🙂

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