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A different sort of elegy. This is the opening of Jeff Sypeck's poem in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse. alliteration.net/poets/jeff-s...#poetry#poetrylovers#alliterativeverse

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Check out the excerpt from Simon Corble's excellent dramatic adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse alliteration.net/poetry/sir-g...#alliterativeverse#poetry#poetrycommunity#sirgawainandthegreenknight

Excerpt from a Dramatic Adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Excerpt from a Dramatic Adaptation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Simon Corble's adaptation of the girdle scene from Sir Gwain and the Green Knight

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Love is now. But time makes us older and wiser? Thaliarchus' poem "Farewell" is in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained, alliteration.net/current-issue#poetry#poetrylovers#lovepoetry#alliterativeverse

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Half in love or lust ... Alex Rettie's alliterative verse poem "The Future" in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained (alliteration.net/poetry/the-f...#poetry#poetrycommnity#alliterativeverse

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Tension between two lovers ... Michael Helsem's "Iftar" from the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse. alliteration.net/poetry/iftar/#alliterativeverse#poetry#poetrycommunity

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Some emotions transcend time. Especially the grief of love betrayed. @MaryannCorbett's The Translator, Working Late (in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained, alliteration.net/poetry/the-t...#poetry#poetrycommunity#poetrylovers#alliterativeverse#oldenglish#anglosaxonliterature

The Translator, Working Late, by Maryann Corbett

Oh girl, I get you. Grief: the gulf of it.
Those -ceare compounds. Uhtceare, for instance,
where you lie limp in the earliest light,
knowing nothing, numb with the miserable
memory of a love that crumpled to malice.
The story stumbles -- I understand that.
Maybe there are muffling layers of myth
earthing you in. I'm aiming under,
to mine that woe, the marrow of that wailing.

He ran, to start with. His reasons are a riddle,
a fumble. You followed, flogged by the gossip ...
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The Fall issue of Forgotten Ground Regained is now available at alliteration.net/current-issue/#poetry#alliterativeverse

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