She wrapped her memories around her like a cloak,
As tight as softened nut-skins, to keep them all safe,
Binding them close, within her ageing heart & mind,
Keeping them in places, where she was once so happy.
She garbed her memories around her old Crone-hood,
Keeping warm the images, of all the men she once loved,
Protecting all the gone babies, she had long ago birthed,
In those places of her womb, where once they were safe.
She enfolded her memories, around the soul of her being,
Soft shawled as clouds, around the spinning ancient moon,
Her memories, now frayed in forgetting her very own name,
Now torn as spider´s silken webs, her mantilla of madness.