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Emer regrets what is past
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
The girl she was is no more, Her past, a scattering of driftwood on an empty strand. He took the easy laughter and the wisdom of her words And gave her back the same, Honey-coated and bright as the sun. But love to him was conquest and nights beneath…
Grainne
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
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.
Deirdre
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
It will soon be time to obstruct the ether with propaganda for Grá mo Chroí, the palpitating collection of love stories taken from Irish myth that Ali Isaac and I will be releasing on February 11th. In the meantime, I shall begin with a few poems inspired by the…