The time I tried to write a poem and couldn't - so I wrote a poem about it.

A WEAVER'S APOLOGY

Dearest Lovely Naked Things

I fear I’ve failed one more

the threads have come unraveled

and lay tangled on the floor

Oh clumsy me Bare Darlings

this ruined weave won’t do

though try and try the silk won’t tame

to clothe the likes of you

Yet do not weep Fair Nuded

nor fault me for this mess

‘twas you who chose such unripe hands

to haunt for want of dress

To robe you well Sweet Specters

drape-form you past this tomb

more clever skilled would better serve

to champion your loom

So quiet hush Unclothed

and stay your fearsome itch

to mortal-bare your glory

as you’re wearing not one stitch

Perhaps a Hero-Weaver

one day will swathe you free

but until then My Beauties

cede to torment only me