Story-Stealer

Then story-stealer of no tribe blew wind from her mouth saying "This is the tale they told me in the south" and the sounds fell with the night noises on the wrong soil, in the wrong season empty words, a false trail, a broken patterning.

Jo Walton, 8th December 1997, Swansea. Do read and enjoy this poem but do not reproduce it in any way without permission

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