Ink-Spinner

PAD Challenge day 7: For today’s prompt, write a poem with an occupation as the title. 

There is NEVER a dull moment in an ink-spinner's world

everyone and everything is fodder for the craft

where dusk is sort of like a blue echo-banner unfurled

that threads the loom with freshest plume of loved-longed-learned-limped-laughed  

Like tincture in a picture waiting to be autographed...

Words spoken keep walking

Words written keep talking!

From wisps within and threads of grin-and-bear it consequence

From fallen leaves and eaves that drip with Awesome Imminence

From fantasy and reverie and oceanic surge

Of fronds that weave the tapestry of both ballad and dirge

From sum of season spent, or crumbs that fall from nature’s flare

From faces, places, graces that we touch, miss, love, kiss, wear

From colors we call Life where Farewell’s knife cuts keen and oft

As ink-fodder runs rife from wells hard-pressed, yet whisper-soft

From starry eyes unraveled, from a maze sighs traveled through

From strings that spin This Thing that weds wonder with hunger’s woo

From hold and letting go and oh, from Vintage Bitter-sweet

Culled from the hull of moments that we crushed beneath our feet

From tattered fray of yesterday, from hope’s Intangible

They spin mementos from the pathos of strung syllable

From fragments of hearts broken, from the moan of wind and sea

With words, never yet spoken, Ink-spinners weave Poetry

© Janet Martin