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Ingrid Fossensdatter [167]
Ingrid Fossensdatter
she swishes her tail
as if to summon a troll,
her hovel hidden
behind rock scree and waterfall,
a handsome hulder
if she must say so herself.
it's been awhile
and she's getting lonely,
someone to share
a night-long conversation,
a cup of catmint tea,
maybe her bed.
she'd prefer a lad
but no one has asked her
to watch his charcoal
overnight.
no one has offered
gifts in return
perhaps she's become a myth,
but she hides her tail
when she goes to town.
they think her kind's unwashed.
she lives under a waterfall
to cleanse herself.
oh, to dance by starlight,
tail twirling,
her long skirt swirling,
a diva or a dancing queen
oh, to be seventeen —
like a century ago.
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