Today our poet is Liz Eisen.
Discovery
Written by Liz Eisen
Wandering down a street
the ancient storefronts
bakery, hardware, consignment, theatre, café.
Finding the muse,
a hidden door off the main
behind which I will find respite.
The tranquility,
being in this room filled with baskets and shelves
of hanks and skeins and balls of fibers.
I watch quietly as the gray-haired woman
who learned the twisting of the yarn and needles so many years ago
brightens as the knits and purls reveal themselves to her again.
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This piece makes me love my neck cuff even more. It is sacred.
My sister recently taught me to knit. I love the image of the reveal themselves to her again. It reminds me of the idea of the sculptor seeing the image in the stone. The knitter reveals the image in the skein. This poem says a lot about creativity.
So calming and lovely.
Coming from a knitting family you totally captured that sense I would get in my mother’s store comforted by the warmth of the yarn, the woman around the table. Beautiful poem.
sososososo beautiful, Liz.
Thank you.