All my colors run,
like a fine madras
the Fates have spun.
Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos
have woven faded hues of long ago,
pale threads I cannot follow.
Yet in amongst the warp and weft
lie knots of bright embroidery
where the Moirae gifted me with grace
and needled me in to mystery.
Prompt Subject: Cherished Memories
Word(s) to use: color(s)
Word(s) not to use: memory(ies), remember(ing,s), back(ing,s), past, childhood
Other requirements/restrictions: none
Author's note: This little piece won 1st place in Artella magazine's passion poetry contest!