crone
wraps the shawl around her
in a way of sayingi’m enough –
sits in front of our block
her old bones chilled –warming now, us seeing her
knowing we want her,
the wise crone in our lives
crone
wraps the shawl around her
in a way of sayingi’m enough –
sits in front of our block
her old bones chilled –warming now, us seeing her
knowing we want her,
the wise crone in our lives
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hello Ron
When her husband, the king dies, the queen becomes a crone. She puts him in a pot. It completes the circle when the princess’s baby becomes the king (or the king becomes the baby). Although this can most probably be sourced from books, it is a Rom story from my grandmother.
very neat, completing the circle like that! Thanks