By Toklas
Date: 11 November 1999

Love Spinner

Love spinner spins, weaves a lover’s heart, in the dark
she talks and sings along the walls.
Her shuttle clacking like an old woman
Worn down with whitened bones.
Echoes beat like fists on dark, on stone
                                 Oh deafened walls!
Lost tales like manacles chain her to a loom.
She spins a face, a path, a broken gate
A young man swinging on a rusted hinge,
Weary, she pauses, hands trembling in the air,

     She winds the threads with lover’s knots
     To send him on his way.
     And when the night is deep
     She cuts him loose from her woven clocks
     And weaves ‘til break of day.

The shuttle flies in her shackled hands
Tales told, she weeps no more...
But young men swing on broken gates—she tells it on a loom.
Love spinner spins, weaves a lover’s heart
But all her days are weary waiting for the dark.

      She winds the threads with lover’s knots
      She cuts him loose from her woven clocks
      And weaves ‘til break of day.

She sings as she unpicks the moon,
Tears it from its saddened sky, holds it in her lovely eye
She tells the tale again—again she tells it on a loom
   
     She winds the threads with lover’s knots
     And weaves ‘til break of day.