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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