The Collier’s Wife

Yoom reckless, I tell him, as I tend to
his wounds – the cuts, the clouts,
limbs battered and bruised.

It ay worth it, I tell him, as he claims
that he’s fine – that he’s at his
happiest when down in the mine.

He makes promises to leave, but I know
that he’ll stay – he loves it down
there, with the soil and the clay.

So I kiss him farewell, but when
I’m alone – I pray to God that
today, he’ll just make it back home.

Elinor Cole

Poet for June

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