poetry and prose about place

harvesting colour – drop spin

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drop spindle


spin turned maple between

fingers, draft roving to

the texture of cobweb

the wool ravels, the twist

travels the line to the pinch

of thumb and forefinger

fibres teased to almost

breaking, then spun strong


park and draft, and colour thickens

energy builds, the spindle

muddles air and the twist

travels between hand and whorl

where fibres embrace one

another, fatten the cop

build a kitten-worthy

ball of yarn



Previously published as ‘drop spindle’ Canadian Stories 17 (99),October/November 2014

Copyright  2014  Jane Tims




Written by jane tims

October 20, 2014 at 7:09 am

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  1. Lovely poem, Jane! I can just picture the ‘fibers embracing one another’ and “a kitten-worthy ball of yarn.”


    Barbara Rodgers

    October 21, 2014 at 10:24 am

    • Hi. Thanks! I could not get Zoe to pose for a photo of her playing with a ball of yarn. Besides my poems, my basket of yarn is the best, unexpected result of my ‘harvesting colour’ project! Jane


      jane tims

      October 21, 2014 at 12:44 pm

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