Fishing

Longtime readers of this blog might remember me mentioning a thing called “Mag Challenges.”  A woman who had a blog called Magpie Tales, would post a photograph or picture, and challenge her readers to use that image as the inspiration for a bit of writing.  Alas, she has moved on, and no longer issues her challenges, but I continue to challenges myself, and you might find the results here and here   Such is this fabric of my being
Woven by the sleepless spider of my mind
From the weft of the unending now
Through the warp of passing time
Into a seine of memory by which
The picture of a bird can sieve
A phrase of half forgotten song,
A twine of Celtic knotwork black on cyan silk
The taste of buttercream and lemons.
Out of the dark, still depths
Of the lake of all my yesterdays.