For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #140
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #181
Like a spider, high in corner where walls
meet ceiling, she listens for clear echo of shuttle
as it flies back and forth, attending
its task of creating intact fabric.
With tired eyes, but level head, she follows woven
threads. Knowing it is only means of keeping
fabric of family from splitting apart,
from being completely pulverized
in current crushing economy.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/22/13
Notes: This wordle list gave me fits until I explored the definition of “shuttle” and found a path weaving its way in my direction. The image is a line weaving hand drawn with pen and ink. Would like to wish you the season’s best and wonderful writing in the New Year.
***During the month of January, I will be offering prompts for the We Write Poems site. Hope to see you there.