Saturday, April 4, 2009

The Craft

I’ll spin for you
Our evening song
With threaded colours
Many.

You’ll knit for her
A blanket long
With woven tones of
Plenty.

She’ll wear for us
The blanket warm,
Upon her shoulders
Shaking.

Those shoulders once
Were sleeping place
Of babies’ softest
resting.

So I do spin,
And you do knit,
And she receives
The wearing.

For handmade gifts
Of friendships rich
Are found in deepest
Grieving.



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7 comments:

Michelle said...

Beautiful Eleanor!

blackbird said...

gosh - that's LOVELY.

sophanne said...

This is my new favorite. It's beautiful and could have a lovely tune.

Suse said...

Eleanor that is just beautiful. And it seems very fitting right now.

Blue Mountains Mary said...

Oh Eleanor.

So very beautiful.

I may have to find a photograph for that.

x

Julia said...

It sounds like a ballad to me, really beautiful. Violin and/or penny whistle with voice.

lookinout said...

What a marvellous poem.
Gillian