A Countryman's Favour - Stephen A. Roberts

an innocent love apprentice I, drawn in by your musk
lured to a lonely windmill, yellow in the dusk
on your bed made of seashells and tiny dragon's teeth
you opened up your ocean to show me what's beneath

the milling wheel is turning, grinding us to clay
timeless notions of indifference gently swept away
way out on the reed marsh the tide is ebbing in
as you teach the love apprentice what it is to sin

she broadens my horizons then sends me on my way
blinded to the outcome, into a brand new day
leaving a countryman's favour, simple like a doll
the seed is ground to corn then the miller takes his toll

Stephen A. Roberts