I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately…the difficult life she had, and I wrote this for her.

For Julianna

Rough memories, combed and carded
By guttering flame, with silent prayer
Warp of winter sleet and weft of hearthstone
She wove them into one tale, her sojourn
As black, and pale, and ruddy wool
Death, dreams and bloodred birth
So she kept her hands spinning the years
Rough and cracked with her patterned life.