poetry · textiles as fine arts

The second angel

One angel brought a sword.

Flaming blade to guard the gate

against our going home.


The second brought distaff and spade:

familiar gear we’d dropped somehow

that last and awful day.


“Get wisdom here,” the angel said

against the reddening sky.

“Go delve and spin–

the earth and beasts have not forgot your keeping and your care.

And if they groan beneath your work,

remember: once they sang.”


“And if the serpent comes again

to tempt with secret truths,

hold fast your crafts,

in them you’ll find a better mystery.”



(Image source:  Walters Ms. W.34, Carrow Psalter, fol. 22v)

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