Friday, August 03, 2012
Dark picture but it's raining so it's a fitting picture for the day. Finished these just now. BEAUTIFUL yarn by Liza Souza. Colorway is Flanders. Knitted on 1.5 needles for a size 13 man's paw. They're K6P2 to the toe.
A sonnet:
Not Yet Twenty
Not yet twenty, olive skin, dark blue eyes,
So frail and weary, it seems she's asleep
But standing upright, daily pays the price
Of working three jobs. Quickly does age creep,
For her beautiful face is tired and dull,
Her smile that in better days shattered hearts
Seems strapped in place, artificial and null.
Spontaneity no more plays a part.
She has reached adulthood, has bills to pay,
Leisure and play forgotten in her life.
Though she may collapse, she stands night and day,
Fatigue so heavy, it wields a dull knife.
Darkness around her eyes show tiresome strain.
She does what she must. She carries the pain.
The current title of this blog comes from a poem "Incantation" by Elinor Wylie.
Labels: knitting socks, liza souza, sonnet
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