Thursday, May 28, 2009

poems of work - sewing

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.

In Stitches

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!


Irene Latham said...

Violet, I love this! Must share with my seamstress mother. :)

violet said...

Thank you, Irene! How did yesterday's project turn out?