Poor man's coat (challenge)
The forest is the poor man's coat,so they used to say.
It keeps you warm while working
axe and saw to bring down the timber,
then keeps you warm again
as firewood in the stove.
Be wary of the lady of the woods,
that's what they used to say,
lest she throws dust in your eyes
and leads you ever deeper
into the forest's secret place
from which there's no escape.
You'll see her hollow back
when she slips behind a tree,
hear taunting peels of laughter,
as tree roots grab your feet
and pull you ever down
into a bed of soft green moss.
Turn your shirt inside out
they said, to get your true sight back
to find your footing and the path
to your logger's hut, where beauty is a dream
piercing deep like wooden splinters
in calloused, axe-worn hands.
The forest is the poor man's coat,
so they used to say.
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-02-17 at 17:20
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