Deusa Ceres, com detalhe de xaile, pintado fiado e "tecido" à mão. |
I am Woven
Sometimes I am Woven
Into a safe still luminous cocoon
Made of moonbeams and loon feathers.
Other times I Think I am the only weaver
Of sacred cloth for a hundred liles,
And I can't stop my shuttle.
But more and more now I remenber
The sweet weaving around me
As I sit or lie dreaming.
Angels and old grandmothers weave me
Wrap me, then hold me in a warm nest
When I close down my loom and rest.
Mary Feagan 2001 in We'moon 2002
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