The Eye of the Needle.
Glasses perched precariously on her nose
Her fingers dance and weave as she sews
As if casting a spell with every stitch
Like a Fairy God Mother or a kindly Witch
Hands gnarled but still so nimble
Steady fingers, a clicking thimble
Tongue sticking out, in pure concentration
A Ritual in patience and meditation
A chance to think and contemplate
Relax, unwind and meditate
Buttons and bows Satin and Lace
That look of contentment on her face
As she conceives and visualises in her head
Then creates from spools of silken thread
Work so intricate, delicate and fine
They say – A stitch in time saves nine
Darning socks so lovingly repaired
From mother to child, Knowledge shared
Down the generations from the Ancient dead
The Craft and the Skill of the Needle and Thread.
- Denis Murphy 15 May 2019.