The Spinner

Posted on October 23, 2020 by Sue Vincent

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.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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40 Responses to The Spinner

  1. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:
    October 23, 2020 at 06:16

    Such a wonderful poem Sue.

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  2. robbiesinspiration's avatar robbiesinspiration says:
    October 23, 2020 at 07:22

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

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  4. Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes's avatar jenanita01 says:
    October 23, 2020 at 12:33

    This is how a mother should be…

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  6. willowdot21's avatar willowdot21 says:
    October 23, 2020 at 16:29

    Beautiful and true 💞

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  7. D. Wallace Peach's avatar D. Wallace Peach says:
    October 23, 2020 at 21:02

    Stunning, Sue. This is so beautiful.

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  8. Bette A. Stevens's avatar Bette A. Stevens says:
    October 23, 2020 at 21:05

    Beautiful, Sue…

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  9. D. Wallace Peach's avatar D. Wallace Peach says:
    October 23, 2020 at 21:07

    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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  10. memadtwo's avatar memadtwo says:
    October 23, 2020 at 21:11

    That beacon never goes dark. (K)

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  11. Erica/Erika's avatar Erica/Erika says:
    October 23, 2020 at 21:33

    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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  12. philosophermouseofthehedge's avatar philosophermouseofthehedge says:
    October 23, 2020 at 22:05

    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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  14. Liz Gauffreau's avatar Liz Gauffreau says:
    October 24, 2020 at 02:24

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

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  15. E D Clarke's avatar EDC Writing/Believing Sight Unseen says:
    October 24, 2020 at 08:07

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

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  16. Amy @ A Librarian and Her Books's avatar libgirlbooks says:
    October 24, 2020 at 14:46

    Beautifully written!

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