Tricia of The Miss Rumphius Effect blog is hosting/posting a collection of poems of work.
I will post an old poem about sewing - something which I haven't done a lot of lately. But I have made a few things in my time - enough to know how it feels to be a novice (very novice!) seamstress.
I am in the choice of pattern
and in my fantasy
of how the suit sketched in tweed
will be incarnated in velvet
I am in tissue pieces
laid precisely, pinned snugly
facing the right way
on the wrong side.
I am in the concentration of my tongue
and in the rhythm of my heart
as scissor blades
crunch, crunch, crunch.
I am in the synapses that pass
from instruction sheet to brain
to fingers, in spaces
filled with the conductive medium of faith.
I am on the rolling highway of stitches, even and perfect
seams, smooth and straight
then in the pin-prick that sees
something is wrong; I must rip and return.
I am in the mirror
reflecting shoulders that bag
a waist too tight
and a skirt that sags.
Then at last, after being in gathers, easements
overcast hems and under the hot iron
I am, snug and snazzy
in this garment I have made.
© 2006 by Violet Nesdoly
First published in Poets Online (Archive: February 2006 - "In The Moment" prompt)
Read more poems of work here.
This post is also part of the KidLitosphere's Poetry Friday. This week it's hosted at Irene Latham's blog Live. Love. Explore!