Monday, April 25, 2011

Poetry Challenge: Day 25

I have recovered from my need to write angsty poetry and as an apology I wrote something to a sweeter and more whimsical tune.


Spindle legged creature
who spins her silken thread;
and weaves her silver draperies
that hang above our heads.
She knits such lovely shawls
to drape about the arms,
and sometimes I leave out my socks
and by morning find them darned.

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