They work in a cottage on the mountainside. Granny spins, Mamma weaves, Daughter trims the threads. The tapestry they make is full of stories – golden adventures, scarlet passions, grey tragedies.
Sometimes Daughter, distracted by a bird at the window, misses a chance to trim. Granny shakes her head. Or Daughter pleads for more of the story, for a thread to be left untrimmed. Usually, Mamma says “No”.
When it is over, said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.
But sometimes, Granny thinks of a woman crying over a child’s body, a man clinging to his brother’s hand…
“Leave it” she might say, if her tea has been just right, or birdsong has touched her.
Down in the city, a child’s fever breaks. A man opens his eyes. A woman steps back onto the pavement.
Merril is hosting at dVerse,and it’s Prosery time – 144 words of prose, incorporationg a quotation from a poem. Merril has given us:
“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”
–Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”
Wow. This is stunning and thought-provoking.
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This is beautiful, Sarah, and I can see it set in Scotland, Wales or Ireland. I love the trio of women, making beautiful tapestries, and the way they share the work, the ‘golden adventures, scarlet passions, grey tragedies’, all so colourful, and the hints at other lives. Granny must be a wise woman.
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Ah, this is a lovely story, parable, legend. Something to be treasured anyway and passed on. The Three Norns, Fates, the Morrigan. Thank goodness they can be persuaded to relent sometimes.
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Wonderful, Sarah. I love this myth, fairytale–of the three fates, three stages of life, what might happen, what might not. . .excellent. Somehow it seems extra timely right now.
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This is incredibly riveting and has the makings of a legend, Sarah! 💝
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Absolutely splendid.
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When prose springs to life as we read it, magic happens. It happened here.
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Thank you so much!
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I love the fairytale quality to your story Sarah!
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This is gorgeous. I could read a whole book like this.
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“Granny spins. Momma weaves. Daughter trims the threads.” If it hasn’t yet been written, this belongs in a song! So magical, so beautiful. ….and down in the city, reality. This is a wonderful write!
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This is so filled with myths and I thought of that already before that splendid last line that really told me what kind of tapestries they created.
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It’s all connected. (K)
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Unique and stunning piece, Sarah!
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That certainly went deep into the nature and condition of us all. Nicely done.
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