Weaving words into the fishermen's nets,
a lady sat by the river, weaving diligently
before the sun went down.
Her work was second to none.
Her livelihood and the fishermen's
all depended on how well she weaved.
Mary Bone has had recent poems accepted at Whispers,
The Poet’s Gig, Literary Yard and Magazine Record Blogspot among
others. Mary has been writing since the age of twelve.
lovely observations
ReplyDeleteDear Mary,
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on weaving
Knight Writer
I assume by this page color,
ReplyDeleteyou're a female, correct?
Yes, dear, quite lovely.