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

Comments5

  • orchidee

    A fine write Neville.

    • Neville

      Thank you Orchidee, much appreciated...😎

      Neville

      • orchidee

        Not The Millers Tale from 'The Canterbury Tales'? I couldn't understand a word of it until I read it in modern English. Some tales are saucy!

      • Christina8

        I like it!!! A great write dear Neville!

        • Neville

          Thank you most kindly Christina..... Stay safe & well my friend..

          ..... Neville

        • Neville

          Obviously short cuts and short crust are both out of the question ... bless you for taking a peek at this little offering...

          Neville

        • Fay Slimm.

          Methinks some millers' daughters no doubt love their oats in floury corners with the taste of laughter scenting more turning and tilting hopes of lifted skirts...... Ha and maybe you met one of those my friend. Great little piece of fun.

          • Neville


            Fun is what makes the world go round.... well, that a few other things … and poetry, of course. Many thanks my friend

          • dusk arising

            Am I here for the wholemeal or just the crumpet?
            The baker's daughter will of course be a regular visitor to the flour mill where a regular grinding can be guaranteed. Much creaking and vibrations as the wind catches the sails surely conceals many ecstacies.

            • Neville


              Many thanks to you DA for stopping a while and taking a gander.....Cheers, I'll have a pint n a crusty loaf...…………



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