A Little Night Knitting – 18 x 18
On those long winter nights
alone on an island
pining for her captain
the rhythmic click click clicking
of the long metal needles is heard
as they catch the moon beams
dancing over waves
have lapped along the starboard side
of a weathered wooden ship.
As she knits
the tips of those needles
wave a tiny patter of light
a private message
in a language of their own
sweet and sacred semaphore.
now I see it.
The muses are leading us into a story of their own making.
I stumbled upon that while writing the Painter’s Notes just now.
Apparently the captain has left his mitten back home
onshore, with her.
As she plys her own ribbing
by the light of an island moon,
I wonder for whom do they knit ?
And from where is that nuthatch pulling her strand ?
Above is the original sketch I found in a pile of sketches.
I never know where these ideas come from,
but I have learned to jot them down forthwith.
It’s interesting to see the twists and turns
that happen along the way
from a spark of idea
snatched out of the ether
and set aside to percolate.
I’m curious now…
The brushes and I are in for the ride.