Submitted by Martha Goodine
Dear, stop your questioning.
I take solace in knitting garments
Not because it’s all that our sisters have ever known,
Not because, like Mrs. Wright, it’s only trifles I control,
But because it’s simpler than psychoanalysis.
Yet it ventures just as deep.
Rumpled yarn and loose braids,
They hint at something, don’t they?
Like slips of tongue hint at truth.
Like your walls hint at faults.
Rumpled and loose.
Walled and faulted.
Damned and dishonorable.
Follow the yarn, darling.
That’s where it leads.
That’s where it always leads.
Photo Credit: Sewing in an Interior – Bertha Wegmann
I really like this.
Beautiful painting, too. I had to look up Bertha Wegmann.
I did, too–it’s an irresistible piece! I’m glad you looked up Wegmann. She was a tremendous artist. Far too undervalued for her time, and far too unknown today.
I love this, especially the last stanza! I found it interesting that the whole piece also applies to writing poetry. Well done Martha! ☺
Great observation, Walt! I only looked at it as relevant to psychoanalysis (the mentions of “hints,” “slips of tongue,” lack of “control,” following the yarn into the “deep”–it’s all very Freudian). But, you’re right–it’s deeply relevant to writing poetry as well
Thanks Brian! I’m glad you could see it also.
A beautiful poem with a strong insight.
What a way with words, Ms. Goodine! Superb!
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