Stealing Firewood on a Snowy Evening


I thought I could
Just chop some wood.
No one was near,
So that was good.

My horse’s ear
Flickered with fear —
Or maybe chill,
It wasn’t clear;

She waited till
She’d had her fill
Of polar air
There on that hill;

And then my mare
Shot me a glare
And left me there
And left me there.



Image: o by Flickr user Kristel Jax, published under a Creative Commons  Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) license.

This is, of course, in parody of Robert Frost’s immortal “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” which — I am reliably informed — is in the public domain in the United States, by the skin of its teeth.

17 thoughts on “Stealing Firewood on a Snowy Evening

  1. Very effective – spot on iambic and yet for a very dramatic effect you wrote in dimeter rather than tetrameter which tightens the poem and makes it more immediate, more electric. Very inventive thing to do and still kept that “Frost” naturalness and ineffable quality. Well done!

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