The loom on which
I weave
these threads
is more foreboding
than machinery
These fibers
neither silken
nor wool,
cottoned
from misadventures,
miscommunications,
and inner unraveling
(Written for Sammi’s Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #60: Weave)
I loved your use of ‘cotton’ as a verb. You don’t see that too often any more but it works perfectly here.
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A little pun-ishing, lol. Hope all is well in your world.
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Wonderful poem
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Thank you!
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Perfect image for our inner mechanism that re-weaves tales of “misadventures, miscommunications and inner unraveling.” Love how you used the verb “cottoned.” Beautifully woven word-strings. ❤
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Thanks, Olga. This prompt leant itself to playing with words.
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I love those last three lines : “from misadventures, miscommunications, and inner unraveling”, very elegantly written! x
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Why thank you!
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