Does anyone else find it worrying that I found my Amazing Lace teammate, the Peacock Stole, at the computer last night, composing poetry?

Dark, frightening poetry, to put fear into a knitter’s heart.

Now, to be entirely fair to Miss Diva Peacock, she hasn’t been out of the bag since about Wednesday. I admit it. It’s almost a week. But this was after a week of daily knitting that included complaints, snarls, and a lack of focus in my lacy teammate, who simply was not concentrating on her part of the job. We weren’t working well together. It happens in the best of relationships.

I also fully admit that I neglected her a bit in my push to get my Celtic Dreams done. Because really, part of the stifled, suffocating feeling Peacock was complaining about was because she was underneath an entire Aran sweater in an over-crowded knitting bag. There simply wasn’t room for all of them, and it was for HER sake that I was wanted to get that sweater done and out of there. So she could stretch out and breathe again.

I explained all of this quite calmly last night, after I found the threatening poetry. I really think I handled myself quite well. The threats to stuff her into the far back of the closet with the Jo Sharp DK wool and the Rowan Wool and Cotton (from when they still used the ampersand) lasted only for a few minutes, and then we had a nice, long talk.

Then, today, I found her writing poetry again. At first I was concerned, but then realized that she was in a gentler, kinder mood. (I was really quite calm about her using my favorite Pelikan fountain pen, and didn’t even point out the fact that maybe using the tropical blue ink would have been a wiser decision than risking the chocolate brown ink that was in the pen.)

Anyway, here’s her poem, transcribed with her permission.

A hole.
Light. Ethereal. Airy.

Constrained on all sides
By the bulwark of knit-two-together,
SSK.

Restricted. Unable to run.
Safe.

The Central Park of knitting.
Surrounded by structure,
Yet open to the air,
The sun.

Free.
Bright.
Beautiful.

Lace.

Really, I think we’re going to be just fine. The fact that neither of us writes poetry that rhymes bodes well, don’t you think? I mean, I won’t think about the fact that her poem says nothing about the Knitter, or about teamwork, and just take comfort in the fact that she seems to be in a better mood….

(This post brought to you courtesy of the Amazing Lace Challenge #3.)

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