Here is a little poem I wrote awhile ago, for your potential amusement today.
Folkstory (36 lines)
by K. MacMichael
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
from her den
deep below the mountain
where she lived with her clan
in the warm and dark
where they worked ripping diamonds from the rock
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
from her prison
deep below the rock
where she laboured with her fellow prisoners
in the wet and dark
where one deep voice still sang of light
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
from her past
deep below the earth and clouds
where she knew none of them belonged
in the lung squeezing dark
where the babies reminded them there was still light
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
diamond chips caught in her coal-blackened fur
work-hard arms and legs, chipped claws tearing
where she knew there was wrong
digging up through the dark
where there was such longing for the light
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
her shoulders heaving against the rock
clenching earthquake between her long teeth
where she broke free
others behind her in the waiting dark
where the blizzard furried into white
Poly the Sasquatch climbed
away from where their captors screamed
mistaking their roar of joy for anger
fearing when she broke free
into the cold and bright
where the sasquatch danced, sparkling under sun of midnight.
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