The maiden of gold
\nspins her hair into wires
\nto bind up her husband,
\nman of lead and brass,
\nshe weaves a web to hold him
\naway from her bed.<\/p>\n
She\u2019ll spin his hair into
\na ladder of barbed wire,
\nhold her children in her arms,
\nclimb it into the sun;
\noh her tender bare feet.<\/p>\n
Her youngest is diamond,
\nher hair is her mother\u2019s
\nfinest thread.
\nShe has woven a blanket of snow
\nto weigh down her father\u2019s chest
\nwhen he weeps his aloneness.<\/p>\n
The oldest child has locks,
\nbright black curls
\nhe can twist into arrows
\ntipped with his mother\u2019s teeth;
\nshe no longer needs
\nto speak.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kelley J. White The maiden of gold spins her hair into wires to bind up her husband, man of lead and brass, she weaves a web to hold him away from her bed. She\u2019ll spin his hair into a ladder of barbed wire, hold her children in her arms, climb it into the sun; oh… <\/p>\n