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