Together,
part of a pair,
symmetry unfolded ,
completeness in likeness.
Pale as fresh lemons, soft as a cheek,
the whisper of mischief in these young feet.



I did it, I overcame the reluctance to make a second sock. It looks fab and the excited recipient couldn't wait to get them on her feet. The only drawback, the people watching me make these put in their own requests and now I have to make another three pairs!!

Socks

Yarn overs, slipped stitches on thinnest slivers of wood
spaces appear at set intervals, gaps with meaning
sliding and turning
circles of purpose and pattern
music in fibre gradually growing
covering toes with love.


Usually socks have me. They come in pairs and that challenges me. One is fine, but the thought of doing it all over again just causes procrastination of epic proportions. This time however, I have to overcome.

unravelling

Tugging gently, yarn crinkled, bent like curly ringlets suddenly set free. Each loop unlooped, undone faster than they were done. Winding the ball, gathering back in the yarn, time running backwards, mistakes rewound, erased, put right. Unstitching what was, memory removed, second chances granted.