In honor of National Poetry Month (April), here’s a poem I posted on Bonjour Bellingham some time ago.
A Stitch in Time
She keeps time in a bag,
sand trapped between her sagging legs.
Stealing stitches from eternity,
her soul endures maternity
until she gives birth to herself.
Cocooned passive, waiting
a trick of the clock eminent
She pulls out an unfinished sleeve,
thinking of the day she’ll take leave.
A departure date only known to her.
Unraveling the future, knotting the past,
a continual spiral until at last,
no tears for these arachnid-like days.
She stares into the void’s haze
until an arrival date only known to her.
She’s the mother and the child,
the beginning and end of time,
a riddle, a mystery, a prophecy,
So clear and bright that we close our eyes.
Yet, this Spider Woman weaves humanity’s destiny.
By Patricia Herlevi, 2011
Photography by Patricia Herlevi
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