the woman sits at the loom
thread in her hands
she measures a cord
an arm’s length equal to
the length of a man’s life
if she coughs
or bored, looks out the window
as she pulls the skein
the measurement
might lack
if she sings freely
a song that makes her smile
or remembers a boy lost
to all but memory
she may add an extra span
she adds no knots
weaves no pattern
that task goes to
a sister already tangling
measured threads
the pattern and the knots
disguise the true length
hiding years, hiding dead ends
hiding where the third sister
kissed it with her blade
——
for
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #43
SONG | WOMAN | FREE | NO | LOST
Words and Feathers 
Like it, extremely well written
Thank you.
My pleasure
I didn’t know the term “norns,” though I knew the story. Nicely done!
Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Very cool! I never heard of the Norns before. Excellent!
Thanks!
Aw man! You did it again… I love your work. That is all.
😀