Soothwoman Brambeldra

Well it was some Thursday afternoon
in a January minus mercy.
I was coasting down Silver
when the Soothwoman walked in my way.

Well I blew on my scrapes,
and she stared
with white eyes below that babushka scarf
wrapped 'round her head.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I started and then stopped.
She slipped me a scrap of fabric,
and it read:

"Boy, give these words a song
along with my name.
-Brambeldra"

Well I looked up and she was disappeared.
Stuffed that scrap in my satchel and began to sing,
a little stumblingly, a little uncertainly:

"Boy, give these words a song
along with my name.
-Brambeldra"

Oh, I don't know who you are,
Soothwoman Brambeldra,
but here's a song for you to haunt.