Oh Harken Young Maidens

A few weeks ago I posted some American Sentences I wrote a couple of years ago, most of which are related to the processes of aging.

               New plan: pluck my sinewy goat hairs for saving in specimen jars.

I read a few to my students during our poetry unit--who knows why I do the things I do?--and mostly got odd looks in response.

The next day I got a delightful email from a student in that class who, inspired by the goat hair sentence, wrote a poem. A whole poem. I LOVE it, and she gave me permission to publish it here.

The Goat
Gayle Love
 

Hello old foe

I see that you’re back.

That again you’ve survived

The tweezing attack.

Coward you are

In the war that you wage.

Your only assault

Is upon women of age.

Once you were black

But now wiry grey,

From the moment we met

I have since rued that day

Oh harken young maidens

For my word it is true.

There is no escape

The goat’s coming for you.

2014