Predictable
Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind
Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect
Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape
No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen hat or jacket
The mood flowed straight out of her heart onto a regular weave
Honest and reliable she stuck close to unwavering tales of revelation
Charlotte needed no words to dispense the right yarn at the corner shop
The vendor knew what type of fabric to part with each day at the outlet
Just a glance onto Kerry Anne’s undisguised posture was sufficient
To offer nothing but suitable material for day’s tedium or happiness
It felt good or bad or nothing at all not having to explain herself
For a friend is a companion who understands and accepts quietude
Black and grey mixed with various shades of dark coal and anthracite
Almost indiscernible from each other but matching loss fear and despair
And ravens would ride on colourless horses into thunder bar lightning
Grim reapers would mount feeble witches on the way to the stakes
So fast that predictable cataclysms held neither surprise nor reprieve
Foregrounds and backdrops merged into lonely tears shed onto clouds
Sometimes though Kerry Anne was given purple orange and crimson
To match her hippie clothes crafted in insatiable outburst of passion
Bright suns and unicorns would swing from prism bow’s crescents
And sure as heaven on canvas Peace Signs shouted liberation and love
Indelible and lasting for another short finite forever of ephemeral moments
In which brief tastes of uplifting insanity would again say a final farewell
Cashmere and mohair were reserved for rare occasions which felt soft
And embracingly soothing like a lover’s caress spent on silk sheets
Which soaked up moist lips’ exuberance and exuded fragrant pursuit
And yet as predictable as rusty thumbscrews in a chamber of horrors
Charlotte purveyed rough untreated cotton as she catered for descent
And threw in wood shavings and metal clips to harden certitude and pain
It was always difficult to look at another days’ impenetrable output
When moods and emotions felt ever so removed from the moment
Those brief turning points of a pendulum inevitable nevertheless
In which Kerry Anne plied with invisible wool on translucent hooks
And Charlotte had to make a quick decision which threshold to cross
But in a blink of an eye the two women assured a foreseeable trade
03rd December 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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