The Quilted Loom
In an abandoned open lot with an empty battlefield grazing behind it the Gingery Burnt Orange hair Sienna skinned Weaver sits at her Loom.
People passing by alongside the adjoining sidewalks were totally oblivious save for the dozens of Calicos wandering to and fro between aspects of scenery.
Weaving Knitting Needles, Silken cacophonies of Symphonies, Singing Satin Brocade Ballads, and Crocheted mittens, rugs, tapestries, curtains, draperies, silken robes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
The Weaver’s arms set a Frenetic pace birthing galaxies, solar systems Whirling out into distant dimensions. Hurtling through time and space.
She had to hurry before those three hags returned. Especially disturbing was the Cackling Crone with the shears. No vermin that foul should have the power of life and death. Each harridan who cloaks composed of silent screaming emerging faces crying out in unheard agonies.
Falling Stars and Meteors
Parasols clanged with Umbrellas fighting to grow into Spears, swords, Bows and arrows
Delusion and Illusion were flung out into the Abyss
Double Fold in the Ears. Click Clack. Click Clack.
Out flew words, sentences, paragraphs and phrases from every language and worldly alphabet Calendars, days, weeks, months and years flew forth whipping by that any passersby would have been violently slapped if in the pathway The came the faces of Goddess/God Swirling, Twirling, Spinning, Revolved, Jumping Leaping into the Arms of the Beloved…………
Kali reached out with multiply arms to grab all defectors. Banishing them to Eternal Limbo in Purgatory
The Mystical Arms of the Seed of Abraham Join Forces in Homage to Yemaya Oshun Jumping in and out of the Sacred Circle Each one grabs a thread intertwining round the Banyon & Bodhi Trees
Levitating and Pirouetting in ecstatic ecstasy
Turtles and Trees know the true story
Mighty Oaks, Sturdy Sequoias, and wistful Palms sprung up with ease sheltering the dancers from the burning sun and blowing hot Sirocco sandy Harmattan
Bonnetted Women Blew in from Dusky Shore line Forests selling their wares to thirsty travelers.
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I really like they way you write in such a mystical way. A novel way of putting the universe and life, creation.
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