She draws out pain like a silver wire,
assessing its ductile strength.
Without break or flake
it stretches on and on.
One long line
tempered with silence.
Then she strings her sparkling ache,
upon the loom, warp and weft,
she weaves without seam
from the top down,
and fashions it around
her heart.
This is for G-man's FF55.
This is graceful, lovely imagery, Mary, not a word wasted, and every one right. Your trip has got your creative juices flowing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Joy. I love that connection with the 'old world'.
DeleteHoly Cow Mary, so cool!
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully perfect.
Boy were you ever missed...:-)
Loved your metallurgical 55
Thank You so much for this Gem
Welcome Back
Have a Kick Ass Week End
Hey thanks Galen. You know holy cow is a totally Wisconsin thing to say, lol. :o) I hope you have a great weekend too!
DeleteWow the words you convey surely stun today
ReplyDeleteThank you Pat.
DeleteG is right: this really is a gem.
ReplyDelete"Then she strings her sparkling ache," -- wow, just gorgeous (and all the lines preceding and following it).
Thanks Lydia!
Deletereally a moving piece....the taking of all of it and making something out of it...the clothing of her heart....very nice mary....emotional
ReplyDeleteMaybe a bit over the top? But I think people do that, take their pain and use it to keep people at a distance. We are our own worst enemies sometimes.
DeleteOuch - this is painful and heart-wrenching and I loved it! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Talon. :o)
ReplyDeleteIs it her own pain the draws, or anothers?
ReplyDeleteInteresting question Alice...
ReplyDeleteYou weave a great 55.
ReplyDeleteThanks Akelamalu!
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