Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Thus, The Miller's Daughter

no job description covers
everything expected of you
thus, The Miller's Daughter.

do you really think
it was only the straw
turned into gold

in the cold tower
barely furnished?
I envy you

your simplicity.
before the day was through
she had to mend

the pearl of clouds already dissolving
and wash the floor with morning dew
in the heat of afternoon

when it had long vanished.
and make the jam for tea
when she was famished;

when it was said:

let it be raspberry, you-
or rather, instead, mint jelly
and this, in January

when fruited bush and mint leaf slept
under deep snows.
who knows what she endured

and even if they do I am that sure
she could not turn her name to gold
her flats to crystal shoes

since the deal was
"you shall remain nameless."
be here tomorrow

by two.

mary angela douglas 8 november 2017