knitting song

The deft agile fingers

In firelight flicker

Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing

There love is concreted

With quietened breathing

Simple entwining of intimate string

Its a beautiful thing

At stockinged knees sitting

I watching her knitting

Intent on her fixing my little hands mess

Shes sure she can save it

Even with hands shaking

She had such a patience that I dont possess

I was such a small pest

Let us sit

So quietly

In firelight I know youd die for me

How gentle can our violence be

Tween finger and thumb

Im sorry Im repetitive

Dont mind I keep forgetting it

So long as its my thread not the depths of your love

Two girls in their twenties

Slowed down getting ready

As one said please help me

For its cold tonight

In our undergarments

She passed me the scarf and

Said I never learned how to cast off right

For a moment I swore that

The light that I saw as

She handed the wool with a smile in the gloom

Was the firelight form

From the glow I was taught in

On grandmothers hands in the cottage sitting room

Of course Ill cast off for you

Let us sit so quietly

In firelight I hope youd die for me

How gentle can our violence be

'Tween finger and thumb

Im sorry Im repetitive

Dont mind you keep forgetting it

So long as its your thread not the depths

Of my love