It's driving me crazy
knitting this lace
Her friend said “chart it”
you won't loose your place;
I've got it, she said
She breezed through the row
but when she counted
She was one stitch low;
Ripping and ripping
her work with chagrin
She picked up the chart
and started again;
I've got it, she shouted
with 5 rows down
Now don't get cocky
He said with a frown;
But elated she was
As she whipped out two more
Only to find
A hole in row four;
Ripping and ripping
It might take me years
How can something so pretty
Cause so many tears.
Participating in Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.
104 words must include He said, She said.
Laurel. Test your patience...knit some lace.
Oh my.... this sounds painful. I've been there - it's not much fun!
ReplyDeleteNice job! 104 words, exactly!
You have just captured the essence of my knitting experience...
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Love the poem, what a challenge in both the knitting and the 104 words. You nailed it.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem. Loved it Laurel.
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I don't know much about knitting or poetry, but it would seem you've mastered both.
ReplyDeleteVery well done!
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Have a great evening.
Oh this is all too close to home!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the context you created for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! This sounds soooo familiar! Rod's mum was forever pulling out the stitches and starting over!
ReplyDeleteOh my Laurel, been there done that with projects before...I feel your frustration. Great post! Would love to see the finished piece. ;)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, though.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the things hardest to create are the ones we treasure most!
This was a wonderful use of the prompt! I really enjoyed the direction you took this.