SHE was white and pale working cooking, cleaning, looking after
children and spinning.
Producing large quantities of thread from wool and falx to weave into
clothing — bedding bags, sails and other items.
With a distaff tucked in your belt, it was easy to pause your spinning while
performing another chore like stopping spinning just long enough to feed
chicks and an enormous hen.
He met her in a meadow and fell in love with her. She, her glory was much more.
Love then controlled by reason in the 1500s but the rise poetry of Coutry Love became
a highly spiritual desire by the God of Amor.
How love you were. With golden wheat hair and thin fingers and a brilliant mind.
:: 06.15.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 