Wednesday 4 April 2018
Weaving Poem
Clotho starts to weave the basket of life
The never-ending line of reed
Tangled together like my family
Lachesis dispensing the thread
Going over and under, in and out
Spokes standing strong and sturdy like my family
Lachesis being kind making my life long
Reed braided together hugging each other
The thread is coming to a finish
As the last piece of reed comes to an end
Atropos appears out of nowhere
Snip!
The basket is finished.
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