YarnA Poem by MollyWhen I first saw the yarn I thought it was safe. It was the color of blue jeans after a long summer’s use. I never wore jeans. The way it slipped through my fingers reminded me of childhood things: A stuffed animal, a blanket, the sweater my mother made me wear. The trouble with relaxation is that the more you strive for it the farther you are from it; Like swimming against the tide. A simple pattern I thought, A simple pattern will be best, a scarf. But simplicity can be deceptive. The simplest of flowers, when torn from petal to petal, prove hopelessly complex. So it is with needlework. My hands are small and insufficient. I grasp one needle in my right, twisting and poking the yarn violently, But my lazy left hand refuses to support the other metal needle, So it is jabbing awkwardly into my stomach With the pointed end projecting toward the empty room. I sat that way for hour after hour, struggling against the yarn, And it began to change. The downy, optimistic roll of inviting blue became a sinister web, And even as I spun it I felt a terror at its making. But I couldn’t stop. The monstrous thing at my fingertips looked nothing like the picture on the pattern, Instead it twisted and looped in a perverse tangle of confusion. Stitches had been dropped along the way, Others added where they weren’t meant to be, and some were simply done wrong. The scarf was treacherous, Instead of a straight edge it dipped and peaked along the edges, Like the chart that monitors a bad heart. I hated it. But I was well taught, and knew I must finish what I began. So I kept knitting into the night. When they found me in the morning I was still in my armchair With the abominable scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, Skin as cold as ice. The neighbors gathered to see what had happened, And one by one they mumbled in awe at how I was strangled With the most beautiful scarf they had ever seen. © 2010 MollyReviews
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