Tales from the mountain

It’s a liberating feeling to have got a story out. I thought I’d be able to write a poem taking me somewhere completely different. Didn’t work out quite like that.

A tritina for the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge



The mountain wreathed in mist is never tame,

It draws down cloud and wraps itself in rain

While children sleep and dream heroic tales.


When winter winds blow round the fire, tales

Are told to drive away the dark, its terrors tame,

Of mountain slopes, wolf-stalked, beneath the rain.


While children sleep, outside the storm and rain

Howl down the chimney, we sit telling tales

Of heroes once could wolf and mountain tame.


We sing, tame wolves, of soft rain in our heroes’ tales.

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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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