The Loom, a poem by Kate MacDonald at Spillwords.com
Eugène Delacroix (Marguerite at the Spinning Wheel)

The Loom

The Loom

written by: Kate MacDonald

@etherealtruth

 

Fragile fingers weave silken vibrant threads
in wonderous colours seen only through her eyes.
Through the warp and weft of a celestial loom,
her thoughts embody all that the future could device.

Her father’s spell ties her to this endeavour
she knows his caring is what drives all that he does
but soon the sharp shock of a rude awakening
shows his lack of empathy, he loses what he loves.

She has accepted this shuttle that embodies her essence
will travel its predestined path, control what is chaos.
Then the unthinkable, a thread snaps, there’s a glimpse
Of what her life could be, unshackled, unchained, loose.

She sees herself as older, around her there are children,
the face of a loving husband she knows better than her own
The cord that holds her is ripped as she rails against her pain.
She has lost countless years, and now someone must atone.

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