Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2018
I'll spin your yarn
With no embellishments
On the twilled roles you've spun;
I won't tink your knitted history.
I'll needle for pearls of wisdom,
And wear you as the fabric of my life.
You fit like a woolen hoodie.
"tink" knit backwards to unravel what's been knit.
Francie Lynch
Written by
Francie Lynch
Please log in to view and add comments on poems