The Yarn Weaver Poem by Paula Glynn

Like a spider's web, she spins yarns,
Telling tales of spies and affairs of the heart,
For she is the village gossip,
And always know what's going on in town,
Only too happy to mock people,
Who've spread themselves around.

She blackens names with her vicious gossip,
And tales of heartache are in her repertoire,
For she is always the winner and knows best,
And for the new comer in town, she will always test,
And steal popularity, everyone hates her,
Like a pirate would steal a treasure chest of gold,
And your pain the yarn weaver will take hold.

Her once pretty face and eyes,
Fade darkly with resentment,
And she feeds on your fear,
And always destroys those precious things in life,
That make you feel good,
For she is a manipulator, and will laugh at your fears,
And mock those scalding tears that seem to consume you.

If you are a lonely glasses, she will find fault,
You just can't win with the yarn weaver,
No matter how clean or clever you are,
But she will get her comeuppance,
As they celebrate her downfall with blood red wine,
And know that she will have to pass their test.