They spoke in whispers, the elders and wise ones of the tribe
To think to find the place where they could the gods cajole or bribe.
Some said it was just fit to build a temple on the briny ocean shore
But others then protested that the heart of the dark forest called them more
Or should they set the sanctuary within the highest of the mountain’s rocky kloofs?
Or mark the moorland with the symbols of their arcane divine truths?
But then the gods themselves did take a hand and from the thunderhead above
They marked a star upon the sacred ground as a sign that this place they would love…

E.M. Swift-Hook

One of the poems you will find in In Verse, a new collection of poems by Jane Jago and E.M. Swift-Hook.

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