I couldn't actually remember if it was Clotho or one of her two ugly sisters who did the spinning and I realised the beauty of poetry is that it doesn't matter - that I pulled out an instinctive response for a reason. I love how poetry let's you trust the unconscious in a way no other form does or perhaps can. I used to get away with a fair bit of poetic impulse when I was a pro travel writer back in the day. Thanks for the tip.