Three Weird Sisters

Can the fates be fated? Thinking about the next chapter in a book I am writing ...

Three weird sisters
dressed all in white

are seated on an oaken pew

just behind me

in this chapel

 

One is spinning

a snow white thread

and another - she crushes springs of peppermint

between her wrinkled fingers

and seems to be counting the leaves

and measuring her thoughts

the other keeps her eye on me

silver sheers in her lap

Of her there is a fear

Her face twisted tightly  

the sheers sparkling

 

Three weird sisters

all in white

The Moirai sisters I am told

I am wondering if I

should write them into my story

I take my pencil to

decide