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Knitting – Oz Hardwick

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Wondrous imagery that takes you on a trippy ride – fab poem – thanks to Atrium for reminding me how much I love Oz Hardwick’s poetry. As ‘The Black Mountain Review’ said ‘‘The more one reads Hardwick’s poems the more they have to say; like lovers with their arms initially closed across their chests, the nearer one approaches, the more they open up, the warmer the embrace.’

Knitting

A grey woman, who should be sitting in a rocking chair,
sits instead on a straight-backed stool, her eyes closed,
knitting a scarf – yellow and blue, my first school colours.

I sit on the floor, watching as it grows, listening
to the click of the needles and the tick of a clock
echoing from an empty room at the front of the house.

She knits fast, but the scarf grows faster, billowing
in coils at her feet, crawling higher like morning mist
until it drapes my shoulders, caresses my throat.

Faster it grows, probing my mouth, snaking inside,
down to my guts, warming my belly, then nudging up
into my head, implacably pushing from my ears and nose.

There’s a gentle tickling growing behind my eyes before
it slips under my prickling lids. The needles now move
on their own, the stool stands empty. I turn to the…

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3 thoughts on “Knitting – Oz Hardwick

  1. Thank you for introducing me to this poet.

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  2. Thank-you so much for the kind words. 🙂

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