Ok. Today’s poem is for fun. I couldn’t help it. I knit sometimes and somehow I crossed the streams between knitting and writing and bam! Fun times! This poem is inspired by a lady who knits and writes knitting humor books. She goes by the sobriquet (sorry, love that word, fun to say-synonym for nickname) the Yarn Harlot, which is also the title of her blog. She’s funny and intelligent and never fails to leave me with something to think about. But she is indeed a yarn harlot. I’m pretty sure her house is never going to fall down because of all the yarn she has stuffed in it. Being a knitter myself, I know the addiction to yarn. It’s crack, man. Those yarn fumes will do it every time. Thankfully, I’m nowhere near her level of obsession, but I love hearing about her trials with the squirrel in her backyard, and her love affair with the sweater that shall not be named. So, in honor of the Yarn Harlot I give you The Perils of Knitting. Have fun, y’all!
The Perils of Knitting
Her needles go.
Flashes of shiny metal amid the multi-coloured string
Which loops around the metal sticks and
In and out,
and in and out again,
A rapid dance between string and stick.
Hours and days and weeks she works
The sticks and string.
“Dance with me,”
Says the stick to the string,
And she curtseys, and he swings her
Through and through
This twisting circle of intricate loops.
And when the musicians have stopped playing their melody
The conductor looks down at her creation,
The mountain she made with sticks and string, and she says,
“Damn. It was supposed to have been a scarf.”
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