all of their love

women weaving shadows, sealing light

old sacred loom, generations use

all of their love, a braid every loop

passing through hands, from mother to daughter

weaver's beat lives on, each thrum focused and sure:

clack. swoosh.  thump.

clack. swoosh. thump.

annointed with intention for webster, 

setting hidden grace in thread

blooming with ancient prayer

one, two, 

three knots true

five, six, 

seven knots breakthrough 

nine, ten, 

eleven knots none askew

blessed wearer 

physically, spiritually.

#vss365

© January 20, 2026 | baccusbee 

(Words mine. Image created with Grok Imagine, a collaborative process called synthography. Thanks for reading.)

This above poem was 100% written for the vss365 prompt of the day.

You can view the original prompt and here. 

My thought immediately went to our mothers, going back through our motherly ancestral line. Envisioning them crafting care and intention into the creation of practical items to keep loved ones warm and clothed. Safe from the physical elements and spiritual elements too. All while they tended their hearth, keeping the home fires burning. Passing the knowledge down through their daughters. 

What of this familial knowledge has remained with us in present day? 

What can we point to as evidence of our connection to those that lived before us?

Maybe we are still remembering? 

Maybe it's all still there and just hasn't bubbled up to the forefront of our consciousness yet?

This verse could have flowed better, it will get edits in the future. For now, it will stay here to live and breathe; steeping like a good cup of tea. I've edited this verse once from its originally shared version (linked above).

Loom paired with 'All of My Love'. It's divine! 

Understanding my love for music, especially Led Zeppelin, even more for Robert Plant, you can see how inspiration flowed easily for me on this one.

There is a poignant 'behind the music' story to 'All of My Love' written by Robert Plant, and performed by Led Zeppelin in 1977— this song was written as a moving and tribute to his son Karac after his sudden passing earlier that same year. 

Plant pours his heart, soul, and grief into these heart-rending lyrics perfectly accompanied by the band. 

Understanding this makes the song hit on a much deeper level. 

Lyricist are some of my favorite poets.

Thanks for reading this far.

baccus bee