This entry is one in a series I wrote for a previous writing challenge, for which I did “Poetry Forms.” I’m re-posting them here for archival purposes.
Fluttering, like a bird in flight,
Her nimble hands moved, quick and slight.
Maneuvering hooks with subtle grace,
She conjured fractals out of silk,
Both dark as night and white as milk;
Created patterns out of lace,
Chased hidden shapes in balls of thread,
Sewed tapestries inside her head.
With those two hands, she wove a world,
To shield herself against the cold,
Safe and sound in the silken folds,
The warm embrace of knit and purl
Though just a girl, see how she shines
Without confines, as yarn unfurls.