The Rainwater Barrel Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Rainwater Barrel

Rating: 5.0


‘If only she hadn't turned, ' he said,
‘The bread and the bacon burned,
It wouldn't have made me jump, ' he said,
‘Knock over the butter churn.
Her petticoat was caught in the grate
With coals caught fast in the lace,
And that's when the skirt went up, ' he said,
‘The flames in her lovely face.'

He carried her into the garden where
The rainwater barrel stood,
And tipped her into the chilling depths
Where the fungus ate at the wood,
The barrel hissed as she thrashed about
Came spluttering up to see,
Was anything left of her golden hair
Or aught of her modesty?

‘I saw the tender length of her thigh
Where charring parted her skirt,
The flames had burned so far and so high
Her cheeks were covered with dirt,
Her hair in tails was stuck to her face
Her bodice unlaced and wide,
I helped her out as best as I could,
She asked if I'd looked… I lied! '

‘That tiny scar you see on her brow
Is all that's left of the day
Her petticoat was caught in the grate
Before I whisked her away.
I couldn't wait until she was dry
To ask for her dripping hand, '
She said, ‘Oh well, I knew you were sly,
You looked at my contraband! '

14 June 2016

Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 14 June 2016

Outstanding. A wonderful poem. A ten from me.

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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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