Today's poem is by Anna Maria Hong
Spun
The very people are not very nice.
The very people feel disdain, disgust
even, for the persons who by choice
and skill manage to pull hand over fistfrom the ditch of chance. Recall the tiny
red man who saved the Miller's daughter, spinning
thatch to gold. Gold! The engine of alchemy
was rage. The small man's history of winningwas long but irrelevant. Remember what
he wanted? Someone's child. (Normalcy.)
He delivered the strange: exactly that
which was required for her security.He notched quotidian stuff to something
tough, wrought, and so much desired by the King.
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