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Someone else’s poem for a change. A small gem.

Graceful Press Poetry

Tales we wove in travel

tempting fate with late-March

journey: dream-like gem of

giants’ making, taking–

Sky-road, mist-blunt mountains,

murky, gray-hewn way by

age-fraught barrows brought us

brave to poet’s graveside

My attempt at a dróttkvætt for Yeah Write’s April poetry slam. 

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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.

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