Penelope’s Cloth


She weaves
a tapestry of leaves.
The veins and ribs
reworked annually.

As a leaf lurches
and takes flight,
light shines
through the leaf’s
puckered skin.

The loom is a handspan
in its breadth.
The leaf’s golden face,
a whisper of hope.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s