image by Sabine Van Erp on pixabay
The fabric of life of late has frayed
Lost is the self-edge that should waylay it
Warped and teased with covert intent to unravel
According to those who conspiracies see
No longer a cloth to support the living
Now more a winding-sheet for the dead
The fabric of life comprises less of spirit
And more of diets, tissues and fears
Comprises less of community
And more of distance, arm’s length, keep away
Comprises less of social cohesions
And more of social suspicions
The fabric of life requires a new spinner
Who is older and wiser with solutions tried if never tested
It requires a clipper with sharp shears
To snip the snags before they grow and undo us
The fabric of life, with chain-stitched seams
Will yet contain us. We pray.
131 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fabric
crispina kemp 
Brilliant, Crispina.
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I thank you. It reeled out, and I didn’t then check it for rhythm etc, which I would normally do. So, a little more raw than usual
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I think it reads more than well and should be raw. I read it thrice!
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Validated. I thank you. And I didn’t even intend to go there. The imagery just flowed.
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You may have not intended but you did… and so very well. 🙂
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I guess I’d been sleeping on it 🙂
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You must have!! 🙂
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🙂
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This “raw” material rubs the right way. Warm homespun. Lots of truths woven in there.
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As I said to Dale, it reeled out all on its own.
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A very apt poem for the trying times 🙂
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Yea… it was totally unplanned, but the imagery kept flowing, so I flowed with it.
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Hey I can understand that because it happens with me so much!
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So glad you said that. I’m not cracking under the strain! 🙂 🙂 🙂 It’s weird how it happens, though. But then it happens with the fiction too. Odd.
Anyway, stay safe.
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Yes relatable. Sometimes I just stare at the blank page and then write a line with no formed plot and after an hour, it seems like the piece is writing itself!
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That’s how it is. I call it inspiration channeled. I never turn it away 🙂
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Exactly 😊 Take care💕
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🙂
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A very relevant post. Great take on the prompt, Crispina.
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Thank you. My obsession with textiles…. 🙂
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This is so well started.
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Thank you, Sadje. 🙂
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Stated* ! A pleasure
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Yea, I guessed the typo 🙂
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Sorry , I make too many mistakes in my hurry. Always been a fault with me.
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Fast fingers, born with mercury or mars in Gemini (or 3rd house). No, I don’t follow astrology
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Neither do I! 😛🙏
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🙂
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Beautifully written Crispina. 💜
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I thank you, Jen 🙂
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🙂 You’re welcome, Crispina
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🙂
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A beautifully written poem Crispina, I love the way you’ve woven (!) the weaving imagery throughout.
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Thank you, Andrea. I was fully immersed in spinning and weaving imagery while writing the 5 books of The Spinner’s Game. It sticks.
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