Those wretched Fates

Have tangled all my threads

Colours all in knots

Which one should I cut?

Perhaps I should simply sever them all


If I could only find one end and pull

I could knit myself together

In complicated stitches

Pattern currently unknown


Unravelling in public is not all fun

No handsome stranger offers to help me unwind

No one in a white coat comes to take me away before

Stuffing all my fraying strands into a straitjacket for safety

I merely keep on unravelling unnoticed


Until I find myself holding a cut end

Realise that this is all that’s left of my fate

And I’ve lost my knitting needles anyway



Copyright October 2014


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