Monday, 31 January 2011

Knitbone at Imbolc



The cast is off
This snake has shed its skin
And won’t be charmed back in

If a plaster cast could be a metaphor
For the past, I will remember
How rigidly it bound me

I cast a spell banishing
Then
Casting on, knitting
Now
Blasting off
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1 February 2011 at 03:56

    The harsh winter is almost behind us and Spring is on its way. Two hands to knit must be such a relief for you

    Happy Imbolc

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  2. Rachel Hoyt6 February 2011 at 10:34

    What a beautiful poem! It does feel so great to break free / rise above the emotional pain in our past. :)

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