Poetry: Farmer's Bride

The Farmer's Bride

Three Summers since I chose a maid,               Disconnected
Too young maybe - but more's to do
At harvest-time than bide and woo.                     Animal Imagery- Wants to be free and escape
When us was wed she turned afraid                                            Needs Taming
Of love and me and all things human;     
Like the shut of a winter's day                           He chose, bride had no choice
Her smile went out, and 'twasn't a woman -          
More like a little frightened fay.                         Don't sleep together
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.

'Out '**** the sheep, her be,' they said,         Alliteration
Should properly have been abed;
But sure enough she wasn't there                Scared he will force himself on her: Wants children
Lying awake with her wide brown stare.
So over…