Saturday, September 18, 2021

Yarn Spinner


The widow sits and spins her words

and weaves them into poetry,

while deemed “eccentric” and “absurd”

and “unfit for society”


still, she continues, undeterred,

when she writes her mind runs free...

So much to say, so much inside

for all that’s seen and overheard

  is captured in her reverie


Inside this theater of absurd

where nothing’s ever as it seems

the weaver takes it all in stride—

choosing each thread carefully

knitting stories tirelessly

and sharing when she’s satisfied



© Ginny Brannan 2021

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