Although there is no snow
our rutted puddles are twice frozen.
Walking into the face of wind,
I am longing for evening.
I imagine the quiet woods
cuddled up along the lake.
Far out from the village,
in the silence of a solitary farmhouse
one woman knits socks furiously
for six pairs of familiar feet.
....................-Andromeda Jazmon
Miss Rumphius inspired this poem from me today, with her Monday Poetry Stretch. She suggested the end words for the lines above, which were taken from a well-loved Robert Frost poem. I've tried to echo the feelings I get in reading Frost's poem as a knitting woman.
The Friday Poetry round up today is being hosted by Gina at AmoXicalli.
9 comments:
Brrr! The best I could manage this week was a six foot scarf... six pairs of socks, with those puddles, looks like quite a good idea.
This really does evoke the same feelings of the Frost poem. Well done!
Lovely!
And now I'm reminded of that single sock I've started 5 times now.
My daughter proudly finished knitting her first sock yesterday. She made me put it on my foot to try it out.
I like the way you used Frost's words, but you made them your own. There is a pleasing spareness about it, and a touch of humor too. Well done, knitting this poem together!
Very nice! Love the "woods cuddled up along the lake."
Perfect photo, too!
Cloudscome,
Love the photograph! Ditto what Jama said. I also like the part about knitting "furiously for six pairs of familiar feet."
Happy Holidays to you and your family!!!
Very nice poem. The silence of a solitary farmhouse must be wonderful to someone with 6 pairs of feet to knit for!
Thanks for sharing this.
I'll echo Jama's thoughts about "woods cuddled up" being a great line.
What lingers with me is the intimacy you create in the last couplet. The shift from solitary to familiar unit feels good.
This is lovely.
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