
::It is finished::
::Amongst this amazing sullen art are my blank squares::
::The greatest knitted poem revealed at one of my favourite places::
A blog about my crafting life on a small island


::my contribution will be to knit a blank square using 100% pure new wool in double knit::
::cast on 68 stitches and knit in stocking stitch until there is a 12'' square::
::label with name, where you live and your favourite poem whilst knitting::
::today's poem is::two poems::
::Ted Hughes' Big Poppy::
Bleeding inwardly
Her maternal nectars into her own
Coffin - (cradle of her offspring)
::Sylvia Plath's Poppies in July::
If I could bleed or sleep! ---
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
::both poems can be found in the beautiful Flora Poetica, The Chatto Book of Botanical Verse selected and edited by Sarah Maquire::
::knitting and poetry::