A Sonnet to Yarn
I have loved to work with yarn since I was eight years old, when I learned to make a simple chain stitch in crochet. I was fascinated to find that a single strand of yarn could be looped and worked in such a way as to produce an entire piece of fabric!
Years later I taught myself to knit, and I have spent many a blissful hour with my needles whisking together through a wide variety of yarns. Sweaters, hats, even curtains have all come clicking off my beloved knitting needles. I've worked in wool, acrylic, cotton, linen; but I was particularly recalling the touch of alpaca yarn as I wrote this. Very similar in feel to a fine wool, it is known as the third warmest natural fiber available (musk ox wool takes first place). I was eyeing a stray ball of fawn-colored alpaca yarn as I wrote.
As for the poem, why, yes, it's another Spenserian sonnet, with that lovely, dense rhyme scheme that is just adapted to gracefully express the flow of the yarn as I knit.
My lifelong friend, I take you in each hand,
All warm and gentle, soft like butterflies
That dance between my fingers, strand by strand,
And onward glide and slide with soft surmise,
Slip on and off the needles’ points, your plies
Curl up and round to make each mounting row.
Whisk through my fingers and delight my eyes
With rapid loop and twist, with cable slow,
With blocks of seed stitch, ribbing just below,
And honeycomb crisscross from neck to girth;
Whatever the designs, it’s still your glow,
Your kindly warmth that makes the knitting worth
The doing, so I thank you, yarn, for bliss
Of just creating such a joy as this.