Moira

Her hands apply their craft

With such dexterit

Men bend and twist

Their lives

In alignment with her will

 

So long accustomed

To the tickling of the strings

Are her hands

Textured by the force

Of powerful emotion

Under her control

 

Threads of creativity

Effortlessly flow into

A tapestry of such beauty

To make a god shudder

With awe at her work

 

2010