Spinning Wheel Dreams

And who wouldn’t want to spin straw into gold?
Not gold for the king or the market;
not the gold of the greedy or the powerful;
but the gold of imagination, of vision, of love,
for one’s own soul alone.
What a mantle of wonder one could weave
if the gift of Rumpelstiltskin were so easily mastered!
It’s an elusive alchemy, but it can be done, I know it;
every day I sit at my wheel, set my spindle and spin.
Some fine day I will see the straw of my life transfigure
as it passes through my fingers
and shine with the magick of the possible.

© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

Hear me read this poem.

Spinning Wheel Dreams

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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Metaphor for transforming one’s life.

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