Chambermaid With Ravens

Chambermaid With Ravens

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The Aberdeen bus arrives, deposits and boards
the same people daily. One is the dark-haired
chambermaid at the tourist lodge, awkward
in her print dress and wearing a frown. Her
breasts inspire while her legs are
quintessence. The sun dispels moisture

and with fire-blackened face I buy a popsicle
after work and achieve a counterfactual
childhood. This is what the chambermaid’s scowl
is about, the frozen treat and smile of a grown man.
On a summer night what passions
would I find in her? We take our place in the pattern

of daily activity, pick-up trucks with crews
arriving and leaving, uniformed rangers narrow
in their imaginations. Two ravens fly low
over the clearcut like weather, in weather, there will
be weather. Felling trees in the forest, I look uphill.
The ravens float like hawks, nearly immobile.

© 2023 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 24, 2014
Last Updated on August 23, 2023
Tags: Blue, Bone, Breasts, Bus, Daily, Death, Dress, Face, Fir, Forest, Hawk, Human, Machinery, Maid, Mystery, Naked, Night, Passion, Pattern, Raven, Sky, Summer, Tourist, Truck, Weather, Wheel, Wind


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