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Nina What marvels you entwine here with names of long ago echo in my mind the tendrals tying the lovers awaiting their long return The story of the tapestry repeats itself in many forms You weave wonders my dear friend always Electric Blue

This is a wonderful fairy tale-like piece of writing Nina and I love how all these historical/mythical/literary figures all represent the same sentiment that is so heartfelt. Very nicely done, you should definitely give us the rest of the story, see how it unfolds. ~Stella

I have to plead ignorant of what this means, I have never learnt any German. I hope you will now forgive my rearranging this poem to make its impact more clear and I think give its inner rhythm its voice, as I stumbled a little on some of the lines and didn't quite know how to do anything about it, I have not punctuated this and the meaning I have achieved might need changing but I find this easier to read! Between Years, by Nina:- The bard of tears sang every day "Noch immer..." I was Juliet and Cinderella and Penelope The thread for my tapestry was hope spun from gold and each dawn I started weaving only to unravel my day's work come dusk My courtiers were gentle and respectful the Bedouin guarded my steps in the darkest nights and the knight in black leather pulled me from the slough as each dawn I started weaving my golden tapestry only to unravel my days work come dusk "Noch immer..." I was waiting for my prince my Romeo who had fled Verona My Ulysses who could not find my Ithaca and still each dawn I started weaving my tapestry of hope only to unravel it despondently come dusk. Then came Mercutio and brought me tidings I did not weave that day my hands were shaking When my prince came to the doorstep he did not bring my golden shoe all he brought was a ring on his finger I like the evocation of the era of Knights etc. And I like the weaving theme, the end is also good. Well here's my first comment to this poem dear Nina. Yours Ann of Norway

the knowledge of history and literature would enhance the depth of writing. a high class write showing love. the last line is the cap of the poem. shan

that all has been said. this is the work of an artist. I envy your progress... Kata