Yarn

Knit, purl, knit, purl,

give the spool another whirl,

pray I do not drop a stitch,

let me add just one more inch,

never mind – make it two

and soon I’ll have a wrap for you,

any shape, any size

in Dutch blue just like your eyes,

put it on o’er your head

or wear it as a shawl instead,

hold it tightly like a hug

or roll it out like a rug,

spread it on your bed at night

or in the closet out of sight.

He loves me, he loves me not,

doesn’t matter, I’m still caught

stuck inside a ball of yarn,

unravel me between your arms

then hold me to your face – pretend

that I can kiss your face again.

Knit, purl, knit, purl,

give the spool another twirl

and when at last we’re all unwound

I will put my needles down.

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© 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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Fireplace Dance (a children’s poem)

.    .    (written in 1969)

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Popping, I leap

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from log to stick

toasting the bark

and frying the pitch.

I play on the edge

of a branch and I grow

bigger and stronger

I flicker and flow.

Watch out for your fingers,

I’ll stretch out to taste them

while crackling and snapping

my very own rhythm.

I’ll warm up your room

till it’s cozy and bright,

then leave behind coals

glowing red in the night.

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© 1969, “Living Color” 1976, 2012   Betty Hayes Albright 

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