Sniomh An Turus

Its a book of my very own poetry celebrating spinning, weaving, knitting, bunnies, country life. Twelve poems in all with lots of pictures.

$10.00

As I spin I see

Vignettes, shadows of used to be

Of life, not always my own

But wait, that is me, standing tall, alone.

As I spin fibers pass

From fingertips to bobbin, at last

Yarn newly made and impatient

To be skeined & set, destined for tapestry or garment.

As I spin I treadle fast then slow

Keeping rhythm by ankle and toe

Soul and wheel bound together now as ere

Caught with Time in my spinning web’s snare

©Breezy Manor Textiles and Things 2006