~ Poetry by me ~
A Fateful Visit
As you thank the Fates
For the afternoon tea,
Urd hands you some dates
Fresh from the World´s Tree;
Skuld resumes her knitting,
her scissors laid by,
Verdandi is sitting
and choosing a dye;
She´s bored of plain white,
Why not colorful wool ?
Skuld starts to shred,
Urd empties her spool; The wheel´s spinning motion
Makes dizzy your head;
You shouldn´t have eaten
That much gingerbread; The couch is so cozy -
The thread goes 'snap' -
You jerk from your dozing -
And wake from a nap.
© 2005 Michaela
Macha
License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
unchanged, including the copyright notice and this License:
This work by
Michaela Macha
(www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a
Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License.
Images:
"Green Scissors", clip art licensed from the Clip Art Gallery on DiscoverySchool.com
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