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.
hedgewitch,
ReplyDeleteWonderful cascade.
Pamela
So lyrical! So neat, hedgewitch. A ghostly loom - and ghosts looming - love it! (poor sisters!)
ReplyDeletePoe-esque. Love it!
ReplyDeleteThe Weavers...weren't they part of the big folk music scare of the 1960s? ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'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!
super beautiful.
ReplyDeleteisn't it great when you write for fun, the results can come out as awesome as this? Amazing! love it!
ReplyDeletethank you
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,
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome join us for another week of fun, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.
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