2015 Day 17 – Weaving her days, weaving her nights

From sleepless nights and painful days
She weaves a richer tapestry,
Brings colour to the winter’s greys.

Twisting the wordy threads to harmony,
The picture grows beneath her hands
She weaves a richer tapestry.

Twining her dreams into its strands.
From sunlit days and star-filled nights
The picture grows beneath her hands

In golds and greens and blues and whites,
The red of blood, glitter of tears
From sunlit days and star-filled nights.

From childhood terrors, weary years,
She weaves a web of fantasy
The red of blood, glitter of tears.

From deep despair and ecstasy,
From sleepless nights and painful days
She weaves a web of fantasy,
Brings colour to the winter’s greys.

Note: the prompt was to write a terzanelle, a form which is a hybrid of villanelle and terza rima and which I’d never tried before. The pattern of rhyme and repetition made me think of weaving, and so this was born.

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