Inspiration - Stricken

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She scribbled then;
scratched swirls and whirls
into an unbroken ribbon
of black ink.
...pooling into puddles
...saturated muddles
shredding all evidence,
that she had tried
once, and failed
to draw him from memory.

Instead,
she drew out days
and weeks
on despair's last dime
and dingy words.

Staring at a photo
of his mud-covered boots,
she begged Clotho for more thread,
for Lachesis to remeasure it -
allot enough to
weave
an alternate path
where her own prints would fall
beside his.

if only she could remember
the direction.

With each song, smell
or swell of tide
she plucks up the pen
again.
but loses him
before she ever touches the page.

Then appear Atropos' familiar slashes

Damn her damning scissors.

She scribbles now,
cursing the Fates
who make fools
of Memory's Daughters.

Mmm. Yes, Lachesis, she is a hard concept, between the spin and the cut. The "measure" does need to be here.

"Tiny tears" is one of those hangers-on from previous versions that i played up instead of rewriting. I can see the flatness there.

Time to get Fate 3 in the mix and shuffle a bit.

Sometimes I don't see problems until someone says, "see, if you look at it from this side, it's a tiger."

Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

Edited, and I like it better already.

Thanks so much for the keen eye.

Problems are easier to fix when i can see them. I must have read this thing 500 times...someone says "S3L2" and, you know...clarity.

Steppe, thank you!

Mag, you are a gem. thank you, luv.

Thank you.

Thanks, Terry and Brandt!