Folkweave
Language is a loom
On which we weave our tales:
Grammar’s beam and boom,
Vocabulary’s nails.
The plot is the warp
That lays out the hassle,
The road from the thorp
That runs to the castle.
The details are weft
As they run through and through
The culture is left
To define what they do.
Cleverly the bard
Binds them to the shuttle:
Linen plain and barred,
Colors bright and subtle.
Morals are the troth
That does not yield to knives.
Stories are the cloth
With which we clothe our lives.
Thank you!
September 16 2009, 23:11:58 UTC 11 years ago
Re: Thank you!
September 21 2009, 17:51:08 UTC 11 years ago