sew it is

bring me thread
red with want
and thinly shining
ever-binding
unwinding
from my spool

bring me pins
pearl-tipped
and thin as hope
ever-ensuring
securing
seemly seams

bring me needles
bright eyed
and sharp gazed
never erring
to bear the thread
between the pins

bring me shears
unflinching
firmly clenching
that I may cut
the threads
that unruly hang

bring me cloth
tight woven
that I may stitch
a life
that I may mend
the days

sew it is
and sew it shall be

© Sarah Whiteley