Madonna the Yarnwinder
You crucifix of domesticity, You heavy cross of peasant thread, Sibyl of pain, snatched from my working hands, By a playful babe, Laughing as an innocent, Crying through a chuckle Stroking his fate.
Awards
Karma 8,700
Blood stone
Poems snapshot
57Total poems
26,320Lifetime views
0Last 7 days
0Last 30 days
0Last 90 days
0Last 365 days
Join free to nominate, save, follow and join this poet's camp.
Discussions (0)
No discussions yet. Start one to ask about a line, share what the poem meant to you, or talk craft with other members.
Log in to start a discussion about this poem.
Comments (0)
Join free to commentPoets read every comment, and every one you leave earns karma. Registration is FREE.
Join free Log inNo comments yet. Be the first to leave one.