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”