Neville

The Millers Daughter

The Millers Daughter

 

Behave not like

Some 

Miller’s daughter

Filled

With flour,

False hope

And false laughter

Crusty

And bread oven

Scented

Tasty though

Despite those

Storm clouds

Brewing

Just around

The corner

Ah’ yes, I see a

Landscape 

In the making

Turn and tilt

Like

Don Quixote

Lift those skirts

And let’s get dirty

But no,

The lady say’s 

She just

Bakes bread

And she burns

Candles 

Tis what all good millers

Daughters do these days