Ten Ways of Looking at Knitting
Our cat unrolled a ball of yarn
From the house into the barn.
My uncle had but this request
That he be buried in his Irish vest
And go to heaven richly blest
Knitting can mean many things
Most chiefly, “tie together”
Or the cloth from tying, so
You’re snug in snowy weather.
of pink and peach
clouds cover the morning
sky like an afghan on a napping
When you love
you are knit as one
shawl for two
Best friends form a bond
as strong as silken yarn strands
in a wedding gown
I once knew a woman named Kay
who decided to learn to crochet,
but the yarn would not hook
though she followed the book.
So, for Kay knitting was the best way!
IX (Free Verse)
In the birch-bark yurt
on the taiga
a Dukah woman knits
of winter warmth.
X (List Poem)
Knitting in literature is limitless.
Mythical maidens in dire straits:
(Penelope’s perplexing shroud
Arachne and Athena’s woeful weave-off)
Fulfillers of fantasies:
(Rumpelstiltskin’s golden straw
Mrs. Weasley’s cozy Christmas jumpers
Hagrid’s curious canary yellow circus tent)
A bit of nasty:
(Madame DeFarge and gruesome guillotine games
The Once-ler, the tree, and the Thneed)
But quite heroic:
Miss Marple’s mulled-over mysteries
Calpurnia Tate and Jo March refused to craft
And oh so kind:
Peggotty’s felicitous fireside evenings
Mrs. Ramsey’s lingering lighthouse socks
“Oh what a tangled web they weave!”
(Thank you, Sir Walter Scott!)