Saturday, December 17, 2011

Onward

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

3 comments:

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 :)