late evenings

with needle and thread
pin and a twine
she sits in her darkness
with a glass full of wine
twisting and turning
her hands in pain
knitting and knotting
all was in vain
in the window one magpie
black billed it caws
white pills with red wine
into the armchair she claws.
Written by gorryone810
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2019
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