Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Ghoul and The Weavers








The Ghoul and the Weavers


The house was empty all the while
as they sat and worked the loom
to weave the cloth to sell next spring.

Though something made a bang and boom
that made them jump and the glasses ring,
the house was empty all the while.

Each night one fewer in the room,
each morn one less to pull the weft,
as they sat and worked the loom.

The loom is stopped, the air is numb
with sisters’ screams though none are left
to weave the cloth for springs to come. 


November 2010


Okay, this was just for fun, an extra cascade poem for Big Tent Poetry.

7 comments:

  1. hedgewitch,
    Wonderful cascade.
    Pamela

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  2. So lyrical! So neat, hedgewitch. A ghostly loom - and ghosts looming - love it! (poor sisters!)

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  3. The Weavers...weren't they part of the big folk music scare of the 1960s? ;-)

    I'm with Talon. I loved this spooky little cascade. Poor sisters, though! I liked "the air is numb." That's what you get when us wenches leave!

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  4. isn't it great when you write for fun, the results can come out as awesome as this? Amazing! love it!
    thank you

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  5. How r u? It is a lovely day, I am pleased to be here and give my gratitude to you for your love at Jingle Poetry. Week 11 is open NOW,
    You are welcome join us for another week of fun, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.
    Let me know if you need further assistance.
    you are the best!
    xoxox

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