VI. clotho knits up the ravelled sleeve

opening her whiskey arms
  to sing  her old song
come closer  my love
  come closer
in her sand gritted voice 
in her throaty reprieve
all sins forgotten  
the sweet of honey remembered   
never  the sting of the bee

hair falls across her
  forehead
woman of the veils
 bent over her knitting
 into each stitch  a wish
a yarn of southern swamp greens
glimmers of blue sky    shreds 
of red   fly agaric   ‘sang berries
twilight  purple hued turns
toward midnight blues
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