Tony Mitton

Poet & Children's Writer

Yarn

Do you remember

the tale of the girl

locked up in the chamber

and told to spin gold

from straw?

 

I am like her.

My world is a vault

of solid stuff,

brutal and tough,

and I am locked up in it.

 

My wheel is my pen

and my work is to set it

to spin,

to grip with its small point

all it can pin

down.

 

Was it a witch

or a king,

who spelled me here,

pitching me into

this pent place?

 

Why should I ask,

as clearly my task

is merely to write

and write and write,

across the desert

of day and night,

 

endlessly spinning

the dead, dry straw

into a glimmer

of something more,

 

plying my pen

to subtly fold

the lustreless straw

to a sheen of gold?

 

My story is over.

The tale is told.