The Sheep Market

About the poem: the sheep market was the most interesting...how the merchants handle deals/sales without contracts...but by head and hand suggestions.

 

The Sheep Market

 

all day sunshine alternates with laden clouds

                  uncertain weather darkens the sheep market

bustling with moving"milling flocks

                bleating"baaing curly"twisted long horns

                                  staked to the ground

crowding trucks and wooden carts

                bargains made   money exchanged

      final sales honored with a quick respectful shake

    

life hangs heavy over the women

            inside fabric tents   sweaty   anchored

                                 between large bags of raw wool

brought steaming after shearing

   sorting colors in to piles

                     with hands thick as raw leather

letting it fluff and dry before the endless

             spinning and weaving

             tufts of fiber   burrs and clods

stick to their swollen feet

                      till no echo is left to bellow into sunset