Saturday, October 17, 2015

THE WOOD LADY


THE WOOD LADY
       
Our firewood lady
was hatchet-faced, hard as nails,
drove a hard bargain.

Her husband was fond
of the bottle leaving her 
to raise three daughters.

All alone she was 
with no way to support them—
a grim countenance.

We called her Iron Pants
A hard woman, she
took no prisoners. 

Amazon women
stacked wood to the sky and kept
Daphne in the trees.

The hunters mourned them
for longing kindled a fire 
deep in the heartwood.

But those cords of wood
kept us warm against the cold,
kept the night at bay.

17 Oct. 2015

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