~hourglass~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~hourglass~



Spindle surrounded by eight
as black surrounds red in,
Her silkened flax cast late
and scaling back again.

Sheer hooks upon her grid
entrapping you play dead,
In darkness she lies hid
this widow never wed.

Dec.2005

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