Poetry by Beate Sigriddaughter
He, twenty, blond, blue-eyed, on a walking tour through Germany, earning some money helping out at a farming estate early winter.
She, eighteen, dark-haired, with hazel eyes and with a mischievous smile, visiting her older sister who is resident housekeeper at the estate.
She is being pelted with snowballs by several young men after the day’s work is done.
He saunters to her side. “May I help you?”
I imagine her smiling her familiar smile of mischief.
They are long gone now. Though first there came a war and also my brothers and I.
Beate Sigriddaughter, www.sigriddaughter.net, grew up in Nürnberg, Germany, and now lives and writes in Silver City, New Mexico (Land of Enchantment), USA, where she has served as poet laureate. Recent book publications include a poetry collection, Circus Dancer (2025), and a short story collection, Dona Nobis Pacem (2021).
