The Word Weaver
©1999 Elizabeth Clark

As soft as a shadow,
She begins, a whisper,
that all can hear, as
the weaving begins.

Her words weave
the clans' history,
making the past
come to life.

From the smoke
of the fire, shapes
of people from
long ago appear,

Moving, talking,
all is seen; love,
life, war, hope,
and death.

As the night wears on,
the Weaver takes you
back to the past,
and ahead to the future.

All too soon,
the story ends, until
when next the
Moon shines full.

Then the Word Weaver
will weave her
Magick for you again.