Thursday, December 01, 2005

Farewell, Zigzag (sonnet to a doomed sweater)

Your lovely pattern haunted me and yet
The yarn you scream for is beyond my grasp
Your gauge I struggled oh so hard to get
Your cables, serpents winding like an asp

I forged ahead, acryllic in my hand
Ignored the taunting voices of my peers
Tinked back when things did not turn out as planned
Knit on, egad! The end of skein, it nears!

I look upon you now with wizened eye
You're lumpy, and you can't be blocked, I know
The project that was Zigzag now must die
Cheap yarn in hand, a frogging we will go!

Oh, Zigzag, if I could enhance my stash
I'd knit you up again, alas, no cash!

1 Comments:

Blogger Skiptastic said...

This is somewhere between totally brilliant and a cry for help. Could it be both those things? Or neither of them? I'm not sure where yet, time will tell. I miss poetry. Poetry is cool. There isn't enough poetry in my life these days; thank you honey.

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