Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 24, 2014

Players


Poesy plus Polemics

General Store Checkers Barrel Photo from ashfieldhistorical.org General Store Checkers Barrel
Photo from ashfieldhistorical.org

Black-iron wood stove flared pungently warm
Checkerboard straddling an oak barrel rim
Players hunched upon fruit crates that creaked
Pipesmoke circled the older man’s head
Clear blue eyes in a white whiskered face
The young man kept shifting uncomfortably
Considering moves with a hesitant hand when
The door blew bang-open to wind-driven snow
And a frightening figure appeared with a rush
Fully filling the portal with storm-bundled hulk
Wet snow gusted across the sawdust-laid floor
He had panic about him and gasped for lost breath
Till his mouth gave a cry like a bear in a trap
Filling up the big room with deep guttural moans
It took a few moments to unroll his trouble
His boys had both fallen through hard millpond ice

In a single swift motion the aproned proprietor
Grabbed for his coat and vaulted the bartop
The players jumped…

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