I Dance the Dream

Sore fingers, broken skin

Rough callouses, aching joints

Late nights and wrinkled clothes

Pins and needles, fallen threads

Pattern pieces, scraps, jewels

All scattered about my tables


Motor humming, needle jumping

Stashes of bobbins wound

Hooks and eyes ready

To hold them fast and tight


Music starts, nerves vibrate

The lights glow bright and warm

Will seams and hooks hold?

Will jewels sparkle with light?


The show begins

No turning back


Gasps are heard, and bated breath

For magic is made tonight

When I dance with them

Through the dreams my hands create.

Jennifer L. Kinney – originally published December 23, 2010


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