Saracen Woman Poem by Poetheart Morgan

I'll see you there
weaving in the rock
turning the wheel
continuous and numbing
using your hands sticking your fingers
weaving yarns in her unfinished story

trapped, lonely
I'll see you there

No need to be
Mother or Wife
An enchanted Moorish
sitting on her stone bewitched
guarding her treasure for herself

forgotten, dreamy
I'll see you there

causing nightmares
singing their songs
telling their stories
leaving their children in the window
just to see the pine tree rocking

no chances, forced
I'll see you there

passionate for your lost love
being what you don't want to be
draw into wires spinning
sitting on her tinny place and
embroidering!

Goodbye Mom! !