I’m falling behind rapidly on Napowrimo 2018… which may be a small mercy to my blog readers… however, onwards and upwards… here we go on the catch up…
My first poem of April was inspired by Write Out Loud Stockport’s prompt “Threads”. Although completely unrelated to #napowrimo’s prompts, it’s a chance to get something down on paper and make a start;
Each family member spins a yarn.
Tales told over years are
embellished with brass buttons and ribbon strands.
Sepia memories kept in a Jubilee biscuit tin
are brought out and closely studied
with moist eyes.
Though charity shop clothes were worn
until the cuffs frayed,
troubles were patched at the elbows
and spare buttons found, amongst the treasure
in the old treacle tin,
which sat next to bundled knitting needles
and china cups, saved for best ”
in case the Queen should come”.
A thimble was all that was needed to protect
the seamstress, until the day she laid down
her work and found rest;
leaving her children and theirs, to pick up
the thread and embroider their own stories,
to pick up the shears and cut their own cloth,
each stitch a priceless and unique addition.