Skeleton Woman Stitching Love
For decades I had spun the yarn
in hopes someday she would incarn.
Gown bejeweled, with eyes of gold,
a figure trim with movements bold.
She looked among the threads I had thrown
and tossed them on the cobblestones.
Then plucking each strand with measured flare,
she caste her stitches in the air.
She bound my dreams within each stitch
securing each with a weaver’s hitch.
She stitched my heart with tender care
to hold the strength, she had ensnared.
Copyright © Alison Hodges | Year Posted 2020
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