Victor Daley

Lachesis - Poem by Victor Daley

Over a slow-dying fire,
Dreaming old dreams, I am sitting;
The flames leap up and expire;
A woman sits opposite knitting.

I've taken a Fate to wife;
She knits with a half-smile mocking
Me, and my dreams, and my life,
All into a worsted stocking.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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