While knitting I invariably notice a hair caught in the wool. Perhaps one of mine or Molly's or Sherlock's. It is always cause for a pause and reflection. (You may remember the names of those West Yorkshire Spinner yarns I've been using...bird names...)
Invocation
I am on
automatic stocking stitch until I see the hair
Already fallen
into the yarn, already embedded there
I am
knitting myself into these socks for you
My needles
clicking, my hours ticking away
To make
this membrane for your feet
Travel worn,
work torn, sea shorn
Invoking as
I weave: Wisdom of Owl
Resilience of
Robin, Beauty of Kingfisher
Offering up to you this rainbow spectrum of aspirations
Wishing you
comfort, Wishing you joy, Wishing you well
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It's like a good witch's incantation!
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