Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Straw To Gold

The balls of yarn are all lined up,
By color and by weight.
The knitters check them out, deciding
What they might create - 

A sweater, scarf or pom-pom hat,
A blanket or a vest.
Whichever they select I know
I'm bound to be impressed.

For as in "Rumpelstiltskin"
When the straw turns into gold,
A skein of wool made wearable's
A mystery to behold.

I stare at all the choices
Though I cannot quite envision
The transition, via needles,
To the vest of my decision.

Still, at last, I make a purchase
And, will wonders never cease,
Once my aunt performs her magic, 
I will wear my masterpiece.

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Jan Allison October 11, 2018 at 2:12 PM what a charming poem Ilene, I especially love the final stanza that your aunt will be knitting - i can't knit for toffee so can relate! Hugs Jan xx

Chris Green October 11, 2018 at 1:43 PM Once again, it is so fun to read your poetry Ilene. It never fails to leave me with a smile.

Carolyn Devonshire October 11, 2018 at 1:40 PM Sometimes when we look at the raw materials, it's hard to envision the final product. Knitting, like sewing, is art. Your delightful poem reminds me how I was inspired to learn to sew by watching my seamstress grandmother. Thank you for that and for sharing your poetry, Ilene. Hugs, Carolyn