by Spiderwomon
The Wheel is our Mother: Earth
Watch Her spinning Her endless circles
The bobbin is Her phasing Moon
Virginal when empty
Pregnant when full
Croning when emptied
Only to become virginal again
The treadle is our heart:
Without pumping the treadle,
the wheel ceases to spin
Without the passionate beating of our hearts,
we cease to be
The yarn She creates is what we have become:
Once raw fibers
Now cleansed, combed, carded wool
She treadled us:
We spun
We bonded
She treadles us
We continue to spin
We bond evermore