The Lady at the Spinning-wheel
By
Jude Kyrie*

I see you in the candlelight
at your loom .
Your hair flowing  
like the threads you weave.

Spinning and spinning
weaving your spells.
The ones you thread
into my clothes.
That have my death inside.

For your casting of threads
has captured my heart.
As the spinning wheel turns.
As my soul  is woven  
Into your beautiful tapestry.