By day she weaves fabled threads of true love into cloth;

silky constellations fired by the cosmic powers of female

prophecy and at night she unpicks this wondrous universe

listening to the ocean signing her trusted companion’s return.


An object of gluttonous male desire she needles new life

from old tales silenced by myth she gives herself voice

consoling conjugal grief she un-weaves her art

revealing truth and faith to the one and only

man she chose over her cherished father.


Unheard no more Penelope looks to the stars

a thousand tiny fires dying out in the cold, clear coal night;

her fearless husband is coming home.


Published in Three Drops from a Cauldron

8th April 2016


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