The Woman From The Country

October 11, 2018/in Poems /by ian

Crouching in her muddy-kneed jeans
A look of open candour in her eyes
She selects then plucks the best rocket
From her well-weeded garden
The girl from the country
No stranger to the earth and its odours

An hour later at the launch
The composed sophisticate
Narrowing her eyes
To focus on the speech
The smooth lines of her face
Now subtly traced with Avena tint
Her cultured tactics in place
The mistress of her domain
Masked to defend
The country girl within