~ By Courtesy of Others ~
The Gods´ Own Twilight
Fingers release and slide loosely along the thread;
Pausing and remembering her son long dead.
As her fingers meander along the strand; into future.
Tears slide in silence; down that pallid cheek.
Glazing ice blue eyes; that drowned and needy seek...
The comforting gaze of love that shares her loss.
He gazes back at the Beloved; who sits silent and still;
deft fingers seeking magic in the spinning of the wheel.
Her mind moves through the thread of time.
Spinning into existence; through trembling hands.
She grips hard the strand of her fate; accepting its demands.
And looks into the Gods' own twilight.
© 2005 Matilda Marks
Matilda´s
Hearth - Heathen Art, Poetry & Articles.
Image:
"Star Spinner", © Copyright Robin Wood. Used with permission.
Robin Wood - Livingtree Books and Fantasy Art