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My Mothers Knitting

by John G.Hall 

Posted: 15 November 2006
Word Count: 84
Summary: I once thought that my mother had knitted me
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My Mother's Knitting

Now needles fall through fingers
she knits none, drops one, forgets all,
pattern stays inside the woollen ball
now feeble eyes fold up her colours.

Now little sleeps are stepping stones
across the slow rush of her minutes,
above the clock a painting of a lake
she sits with her lover on it's shore.

Her guesses over look all answers
gentle stabs in the darkness miss,
her ancient morning is a lost age
my mother's knitting a loose end.

John G.Hall(C)2006

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joanie at 18:13 on 15 November 2006  Report this post
Hello John. This is wonderfully poignant; I loved the images, then I read your summary, which makes it all the more so. This is beautiful.

The only thing was that the rhyme of ball and all jarred a bit with me.




John G.Hall at 20:40 on 15 November 2006  Report this post
Thanks Joanie, I've changed the poem a bit hope it still chimes.


Beanie Baby at 07:33 on 17 November 2006  Report this post
Hi John.
This has a poignance that touches the soul. I love it's structure, its rhythmn and its pure unadulterated sadness. Yet there is also a kind of peace to it, deep down in its heart. I love the allusion to the fantasy of the lover at the lake in the picture.

knits one, drops none, forgets all

is a particularly clever line.

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