Jane Dougherty from Jane Dougherty Writes has been kind enough to contribute this week as guest poet.*
Author of The Green Woman series, Jane’s poetry, very like her longer tales, is lyrical and filled with the dark folk tale and ‘other’ or ‘outsider’ imagery that I identify with {Steeleye Span and Cruel Sister – amongst many others – was the background soundtrack to my childhood and the antidote to anything pink or prim}.
Without further ado, here’s Jane’s poem.
Where the tide ebbs low
In the mud by the river
The kingcups grow
And the alders bow and the white gulls cry.
On the bank of the river rolling by
The tide runs high and the tide ebbs low.
In the reeds by the river
When the sun is low
Where the heron stands in the alders’ shade
The willow hangs over a secret glade
A rushy bank where…
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