I sometimes feel that I spend half my life trying to escape the tangles I’ve created for myself…like setting a huge goal of a poem a day when I’ve managed to make very little time for writing in over a month. Perhaps the application of a little strategic pressure is just what I need.
As someone who has spent a significant amount of time in the past undertaking various craft activities including cross-stitch and crochet, I have learnt a lot about tracing the nature and origin of knots. Often I’d had to rescue expensive yarn from naughty kittens who’ve become bored with sleeping or napping and decided to find mischief in my craft basket. There is a real sense of achievement when the yarn is finally free of itself.
Twisting and turning
I study the threads as they unite, move apart
Through time and space, a rich tapestry emerges
Your story is one of movement, unchosen
I follow each lead, unpacking each
Searching for the truth in tangled story lines
It is like a meditation – being lost in the story of your times
I lose myself in your growing looseness
As chaos gives way to form and function
I see your potential
I imagine your body
Transformed into something both
Practical and beautiful
Merino is such a fine yarn.