Tonight's Poet Corner: Tussle

Tussle
by Belinda Roddie

She grappled me, manhandled
me, tossed me over her shoulder
like a soggy bale of hay. I clung
to her like a frightened feline,
as she carried me to the barn
where the cobwebs caught
the gold of the sun in hair-like
threads. We made rough love
with spiders under the floorboards
and owls roosting in the rafters, and
once the chorus began, we joined in,
even though we didn't know the words.