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