Bent over the loom,
her fragile frame belied
an inner resolve borne of deprivation.
As careworn fingers passed the shuttle,
threads of magical stories,
woven by decades of brave women,
were interlaced with virgin cloth .
She spun optimism of every color
and, dressed in her promises,
I was a princess.
Author notes
prompt: dream weaver
A contest entry
- Overnight Quickie, 10 Entries, 50 words! by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended July 18, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Weaver by james119.
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"She spun optimism of every color
and, dressed in her promises,
I was a princess. "
This is my favorite part of this touching poem. I like the brevity and plain spoken praise and underlying thankfulness that finds expression in it.
Lovely tribute poem.
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A wonderful take on the prompt. I like it. Good luck in the contest.
Slayer -
Oh this is beautiful! Your imagery is spectacular. A true pleasure to read.
All the very best in this contest
gaylene
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Lovely take on the prompt, excellent imagry. Hugs, Bunny
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this is a great take for the prompt and the contest.
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