I Am The Spinner

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I was the light when all was dark
I was the air that fed the spark
I danced a dozen reeling dances
And drew a dozen stolen glances
From a dozen star-made beasts
At a dozen solar feasts
I am the spinner, the weaver too
The ladle that dips into the cauldron true
I am above and yet below
From me all Life does flow
I am not woman neither man
But name me if you can
I am the Spinner’s Game


On this Solstice Day, I give my thanks to you who’ve bought my books

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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16 Responses to I Am The Spinner

  1. Dale says:

    Wonderful, Crispina!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Gorgeous poem

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Frank says:

    As a reader and enjoyed of your books I enjoyed this poem also, well done!

    Liked by 1 person

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