Spun Tales
written by: Gail Constable
Locked in a tower made
Of clouds, lonely Fate
Seated at her spinning
Wheel, ancient fingers
Twist the threads about
The spindle, bare feet
Push the pedal, the web
Is existence without
Beginning or end,
Nothing can tempt her
To alter the pattern
Her blind eyes do not
See, tales speak of
Happenings in
Whispers carried on
Starlight and wind,
Stories of giants, elven,
Fae, dragons and magic,
Fate goes about her
Work which is as is,
Reflected in a mirror
Cracked by mystery.
Gail Constable is a published poet. Besides her passion for words, she is a vocalist with a love for music from opera to rock, mother, grandmother and loving friend. Gail claims to not write so much as have her poetry written through her, with a muse who draws inspiration from people, nature and life. Gail currently lives on beautiful Cape Breton Island in Canada.
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