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Hello Monday Part 2

knitter3Ok. 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

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Click-clack click-clack

Her needles go.

Flashes of shiny metal amid the multi-coloured string

Which loops around the metal sticks and

In and out,

and around,

ย and in and out again,

A rapid dance between string and stick.

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Hours and days and weeks she works

The sticks and string.

โ€œDance with me,โ€

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,

โ€œDamn. It was supposed to have been a scarf.โ€

 

 

ย ยฉ2014 Jessica Scott. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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