F W Finney

Dawn At Lovers' Grove - Poem by F W Finney

The lumberjack sleeps
with a dancer in the woodshed

Suppose he cuts her down
after the curtsey?

Suppose he saws her sleep
in half without remorse
and wipes the sawdust
abruptly from her eyes?

She will not wait to be asked
yet she waits for him to speak

With every gesture green memories
caress the shingled roof

With every step
unspoken assumptions scurry
towards the painted door

Just when the words ca-
Just when the words ca-
Just when the words came
the axe fell
the axe.
the chop chop chop
the falling wood in the tall grass
the violin pulling tears
down the cheeks of
the woods
the miserable woods.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Credit: Bohemian Chronicle, Largo, Florida. PS: If you have a copy of the issue in which this poem appeared, please send the poet a message with details if you are willing to sell your copy.
The poem also appears in The Dissolution of the Sparkling Bridge, available from Amazon.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

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