Sunday, April 10, 2011

Wake and Toil

This poem is written to comply with the prompt offered by the National Poetry Writing Month's 30 Poems in 30 Days website. It is a "mirror image", the flip side if you will, of the lullabye, Sweet and Low: from The Cradle Song of Alfred Tennyson's "Princess".
Day 10


Rise on high, Rise and shine,

  Sun of the eastern sky.

Shine, high, light sublime,

   Sun of the eastern sky! 

Over the long horizon climb,

Go to the drying - yard clothesline,

  Warm all the laundry dry;

While my clients play, while the gentry, ride by.


Wake and toil, wake and toil,

  Mother is down below stairs;

Toil, toil, rub stains and boil,

  Mother is down below stairs;

Mother can’t come to my babe in a roil,

Golden rays prevent my recoil

  Under the golden sun:

While my clients play, while the gentry, ride by.



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