tread all

skeining grease wool

from my throat

seems just ordinary

 

fashioning words

with gut born string

is not so fantastical

 

you think that these

are coiled letters before you?

you think there is

and end to this ball of inked shame?

 

i have been knotting

and scouring since

before time

and still it comes

 

sheathed in bile

and old memories

borne in a sliver

between two maidens

 

it comes black

and twisted

plying my twin hells

 

for the weaving

of heavy dreams

 

I have made use of a number of terms in this poem, that would be used in the description of the process of spinning yarn prior to weaving or knitting. You’ll find a fairly complete glossary here

This is NaPoWriMo and I am attempting 30 in 30. Today is number 3. So far so good.

I’ll be hanging with the Toads All month.

18 thoughts on “tread all

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    You and me both, baby – hanging with the toads, that is. But I didn’t really take to spinning the one time I tried, and you persuade me that was a good decision! You make it sound HORRIBLE (lol).

  2. kim881 says:

    I love what you have done with the metaphor, Paul! The opening lines paint a weird picture that suggests something has been accepted. You’ve included music too, with the ‘gut born string’.
    My favourite lines:
    ‘you think that these
    are coiled letters before you?
    you think there is
    and end to this ball of inked shame?’

  3. Kerry says:

    What an excellent metaphor.. I love the discomfort of your description, especially the opening image – such an original take on the writing process.
    This stanza also rocks:
    sheathed in bile
    and old memories
    borne in a sliver
    between two maidens

  4. Rommy says:

    I’m more of a crocheter than a knitter, but I really appreciated the great use of extended metaphor and how much it can take out of us, mining the raw materials for our craft from ourselves.

  5. willow88switches says:

    what a gripping and unusual opening! holy smokes – you’re on fire Paul – and each stanza just tells the story, – with some wonderful images – I really liked this:
    and old memories
    borne in a sliver
    between two maidens

    – it adds such a depth to this – superb metaphors all around – and oh, gut-strings too …. definitely a punch of adrenaline and angst in this …

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