harvesting colour – drop spin
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drop spindle
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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
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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
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Previously published as ‘drop spindle’ Canadian Stories 17 (99),October/November 2014
Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
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nichepoetryandprose 
Lovely poem, Jane! I can just picture the ‘fibers embracing one another’ and “a kitten-worthy ball of yarn.”
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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
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jane tims
October 21, 2014 at 12:44 pm