I’ll spin for you
Our evening song
With threaded colours
Many.
You’ll knit for her
A blanket long
With woven tones of
Plenty.
She’ll wear for us
The blanket warm,
Upon her shoulders
Shaking.
Those shoulders once
Were sleeping place
Of babies’ softest
resting.
So I do spin,
And you do knit,
And she receives
The wearing.
For handmade gifts
Of friendships rich
Are found in deepest
Grieving.
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7 comments:
Beautiful Eleanor!
gosh - that's LOVELY.
This is my new favorite. It's beautiful and could have a lovely tune.
Eleanor that is just beautiful. And it seems very fitting right now.
Oh Eleanor.
So very beautiful.
I may have to find a photograph for that.
x
It sounds like a ballad to me, really beautiful. Violin and/or penny whistle with voice.
What a marvellous poem.
Gillian
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