Saturday, December 17, 2011


trundling along
this peculiar journey
we weave our weft and warp
trundling a long
watching as the wheels fall off
trundling and watching
wefting our warp
fulfilling our yarn stretching back
woven by dead girls dancing


aria said...

wow.. eerie..

Crafty Green Poet said...

the fates being the girls weaving the yarn, excellent....

Inconsequential said...

CG - Mothers, the endless chain reaching back...They are the dead that danced for us.

But the Fates are a good choice too :)