SPELLING PEACE, day 19 of A Month with Yeats

It’s day 19 of Jane Dougherty’s brilliantly creative and challenging A Month with Yeats poetry challenge and today’s quote is a second one from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’: ‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore, the grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, being weary of […]

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FRIVOLOUS PHILANDERERS

Day 14; National Poetry Writing Month 30 new poems/30 Days #NaPoWriMo I listen to the river rushing, pushing, washing, I listen to the water slipping, seeping, weeping over once regal rock now withering, wuthering, whispering. I listen to the water trailing the last vestiges of its veins through what remains of the terrains we’ve choke’n […]

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THE BURNING WOOD

  And so man within his story, with all his guts and gluttoned glory, failed to reach the heavens   with his flying ships and roaring weapons, looking upwards,  always upwards,  never sideways, never backwards, never wondering  how he stood with his feet in the burning wood, on this one time fertile Earth once filled with […]

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