The Spinner

The Spinner by Thomas Eakins

She sits and spins,
A tapestry of wonders taking shape and life
Between her vision and her words.
Her mind a world away
From errant children setting out
To carry the spark of life
To a new dawning.

And yet, within that spark
Her fire blooms.
A wildflower sown
And rooted in their souls.

Planted with love,
Watered with tears,
Nurtured with laughter
And cherished wisdom.

Looking back as the tide takes them,
Her children see only the distant beacon
Of a mother’s love.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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40 Responses to The Spinner

  1. Sadje says:

    Such a wonderful poem Sue.

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  2. A lovely way of expressing a mother’s role in child rearing, Sue.

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  3. jenanita01 says:

    This is how a mother should be…

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful and true 💞

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  5. Stunning, Sue. This is so beautiful.

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  6. Reblogged this on Myths of the Mirror and commented:
    I’m finding myself at a loss for words lately, so I’m surrendering and sharing this sublime poem by Sue Vincent.

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  7. memadtwo says:

    That beacon never goes dark. (K)

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  8. Erica/Erika says:

    Nice to meet you, Sue. I am visiting from Diana’s blog. “Sublime” is a perfect word for this poem, Diana. A huge WOW, “to carry the spark of life” “her fire blooms”. Everything about this poem is beautiful. Tear brimming. I get it “A Mother’s Love.”❤️

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  9. The last stanza is so real – great comparison with mothers and children.
    “Nurtured with laughter
    And cherished wisdom.”
    Enough to fill and direct a life time

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  10. I love the last stanza in particular, such a poignant metaphor for a mother’s love.

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  11. For me this poem one of those that hold time, so perfectly composed.

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  12. libgirlbooks says:

    Beautifully written!

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