It is billed as one of the biggest all-things-yarn events in the country. My daughter and I went for the first time last year, when I was still fairly new to knitting.
Several hand-made socks, hats and scarves later, I admit to being obsessed. How do I know? I am going to a fancy-heel knitting class this morning. My dreams have been filled with yarn festivities.
Long before yarn took over my sleep, I paired with photographer Jerry Weinstein for a poetry/art project. He is a local nature photographer. I pored over hundreds of his images, but couldn't get one face out of my mind. A precursor of things to come?
“At the Sheep and Wool Festival: Howard County Fairgrounds, MD” – Photo by Jerry Weinstein
You know you want
To comb your fingers
Through my
Rock star locks.
Curls hang
From my forehead
Like clumps of ripe grapes.
Your mouth says, “Oh.”
No comb’s going to tame
This shagginess,
Tease out summer grass
Left from romps in the meadow.
You think you can
Pull off my look,
Weave this wavy mane
Into a woolly sweater,
Knit my fleece
For a pair of fuzzy socks?
You know the truth:
It looks better on me.
Why don’t you just
Take a picture?
Laura Shovan
Sorry for the poor quality of the photo (a picture of a picture). You get the idea!
Hosting Poetry Friday today is Terry at Family Bookshelf. Enjoy -- and if you're anywhere near central Maryland this weekend, stop by the Sheep & Wool Festival.
