View from a Cottage Window by joievalar, literature
Literature
View from a Cottage Window
The wells froze over that night
and sheep hiding in hedgerows
froze solid where they laid.
Poor Elizabeth! She faces North forever.
The cold took her in midstride
the locals say, and she "so close
to hame, tha' wa' twenty ells"
from where she fell.
She was supposed to be at home
with her new husband's head in her lap
and the teakettle singin' by the fire.
Today a spot on her crumbling grey foot
appears to be a nail red with time
and black with hate.
View from a Cottage Window by joievalar, literature
Literature
View from a Cottage Window
The wells froze over that night
and sheep hiding in hedgerows
froze solid where they laid.
Poor Elizabeth! She faces North forever.
The cold took her in midstride
the locals say, and she "so close
to hame, tha' wa' twenty ells"
from where she fell.
She was supposed to be at home
with her new husband's head in her lap
and the teakettle singin' by the fire.
Today a spot on her crumbling grey foot
appears to be a nail red with time
and black with hate.