Honeymoon Hiatus: One Last Name That Quote

Poetry rounds out this series of posts. A bit ominous, the opening to this one, but a beautiful work overall. Back soon, if all has gone according to plan!

As a child, they could not keep me from wells

And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.

I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells

Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.