Wednesday 22 February 2023

What's in a sock?


I knit into these socks 

the sound of clock ticking

the black- red setter snoring

the one-eyed cat hissing

the fridge humming

the light fading

the wind rustling

a phone alert or two

something spitting 

on the stove

and outdoors 

someone hammering

dropped stitch expletives

the smell of woodsmoke drifting

and maybe the tang of  drizzle cake 

from finger lemon licking

It's an intimate thing

this knitting

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