Mill Wheel
The mill wheel wouldn’t turn until the spring.
The winter had been icy and so cold,
and something in our town was happening.
Two girls had run away (as I’d been told).
I can’t recall where I got the news from.
Authorities did not suspect foul play.
The girls were friends and both of them had come
from families from which kids run away!
Whispers ran through town from door to door.
The girls were lesbians, some folks just guessed.
There was a thing that no one could ignore.
The city life for “their” kind was the best.
One man in town alone knows they are dead,
and of those girls the butcher never speaks.
Rumors of their murder soon will spread.
Ice melts, revealing secrets – wheel creaks.
July 21, 2018 for Viv Wigley's 'One, nine, sixteen v3.0' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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