Knit one, pearl one,
camphor and violets
fine wool and pearls
patience and love.
Knit one, pearl one,
hands and fingers
wrinkles and folds
kindness and grace.
Knit one, pearl one,
memories and strands
lavender and lace
strings of attachment
to a bygone era...
Lisa, at dverse poets, is hosting our 44 word quadrille challenge today. We must include some form of the word 'string'.
Here's the link to dverse: Plucking Strings
Your poem reminds me of my nan and her best friend, who taught me to knit, and both of whom knitted me school cardigans and jumpers. My nan was more camphor and violets, and Aunt Nell was fine wool and pearls. Thank you, Carol.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim. Certain smells still trigger past memories for me. :D
DeleteClever and nostalgic poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much, Di.
DeleteFeels comforting this motion you've created.
ReplyDeleteI agree! I'm not sure what strands of nostalgia I'll leave for my grandkids! ;D
DeleteCarol, I believe that the mind works in these kinds of strings. Lots of lovely items/memories strung together here.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa, and thanks for the cool prompt!
DeleteReminds me of my grandmother - she knitted all the time it was a craft and I never had the patience to learn.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a knitter either! Thanks for your comment! :D
DeleteCarol, I love how you have knitted memories in this beautiful Q.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Punam!
DeleteI imagine all the work going into the knitting... it seems to be mostly gone, though in Norway it seems still be going strong.
ReplyDeleteI think there may be a resurgence of knitting. Especially with natural yarns and the 'green' concept. ;D
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