Sandy Knight



Hinged Prompt #290

a poem for weaving

Photo by Federico Scarionati on Unsplash

i am



stretched taut

tucked over and under,

nimble muscles

warm to the rhythm

remembering every move

mute strands twist and ache

with fingers they commiserate

sliding into open places

dreaming of belonging~

to garments of silk

a royal cloak intertwined

coaxed by fingers that caress

grand hopes…



Sandy Knight

Sandy Knight

♻️ReCycLeD HuMaN♻️MaKiNg a CoMebAcK💚