Posts Tagged ‘poem’

08
Oct

Twas the Night Before Rhinebeck

Written by Sarah. Posted in holiday, knits, Rhinebeck, that gif post, travel

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Rhinebeck is swiftly approaching (can you believe it?!) so I wrote you this poem about knitter’s Christmas.

TWAS THE KNIT BEFORE RHINEBECK

Twas the night before Rhinebeck, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a moth.
The yarn was all packed by the front door with care,
in hopes that at the Sheep and Wool Festival, we’d soon be there.

The knitters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of alpaca fleeces danced in their heads.
And mama in her seamless top down Icelandic yoke sweater and I in my wool’s itch,
had just settled our hands from a long winter’s stitch-and-bitch.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Only after taking care to check on my stash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves
gave the look of undyed wools all sat on the eaves.
when, what to my wondering eyes should I peep,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny sheep!

With a little old driver, a scarf ’round her neck,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Rhinebeck.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled and shouted and called them by name!

“Now Shearer! now, Spinner! now, Cashmere and Cables!
On, Fair Isle! On, Gusset! On on, Intarsia and Laces!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now swift away! Swift away! Swift away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the sheepies they flew,
with the sleigh full of yarn and St. Rhinebeck too!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Rhinebeck came with abound.

She was dressed all in wool, from hat on her head to sock on her foot,
And her handknits were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of skeins she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a LYS, just opening her pack.

Her fun fur, how it twinkled! Her merino, how merry!
Her cottons were beautiful in colors of berries!
Her superwash skeins were wrapped up in a bow,
And the fluffy undyed fiber was as white as the snow.

A set of circular needles she held tight in her hand,
And cast on the most beautiful sweater in the land.
Her cables were perfect and stitches so soft,
Before I could blink, she’d already bound off.

Then she spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And left yarn presents, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose!

She went to her flock, they rose up in the air,
And away they all flew like the down of mohair.
But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight,
“Happy knitting to all, and to all a good-night!”

photo via Kate Lemmers

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31
Oct

The Work In Progress

Written by Sarah. Posted in holiday, knits, life, new york city, photos, WIP

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I stitched quick and cheery,
On a sleeve cuff and ribbing I’d made once before,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone  gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
‘Tis some knitter,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door!
Only this and nothing more.’

Ah, and still I remember, it was just last December,
When I began this great pattern for
A sweater v-neck, warm and cozy,
For the pattern rare and radiant the designer called Lenore,
Nameless here for evermore.

Presently, my soul grew stronger; stitching then no longer,
‘Sir,’ said I, ‘or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was knitting, and so gently you came flitting,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ – here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
‘Surely,’ said I, ‘surely that is something at my window lattice,’
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Then I tore into my stash, throwing the yarn with feelings quite brash,
And in that bin an old work in progress,
Forgotten on the needle as I left it, small and feeble,
And there this wooly sweater back sat upon the floor,
Quote the work in progress, ‘Nevermore.’

ps. I was a little glib the other day about my hurrication but that was before the worst hit. It’s really wiped NYC out, tens of thousands of people here still have no power, not to mention the numbers in New Jersey, Long Island, etc. We are lucky to have power and be safe and snug here (I won’t complain about the cabin fever) but it breaks my heart that many small businesses are losing money from being closed on top of whatever damage they might have sustained.

Maria at Subway Knits is currently running a Sandy Relief raffle and I want to urge everyone to join in! Make a donation and send her your receipt to be entered into the raffle. Lots of amazing prizes going on right now including hand dyed yarns, patterns, online classes, and a gift card to Knitty City. Not that you should need an incentive to donate to a worthy cause, but I think it is wonderful to see knitters rallying and the donations to the raffle are still coming in. It warms my heart.

The full raffle details are here. Stay dry and happy Halloween!

photo via The Library of Congress.

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