"Rethread; try the pattern again" I said.

No.

More: "Rethread; try a new pattern".

 

Snipping maydays,

sharpening stitches,

strengthening seams,

sewing up a new scene.

 

I will no longer be your empty spool;

a discarded thimble on some scrappy pile.

 

I will peddle upright, in leisure,

sewing sequins, sunlight shimmering my style.

 

I will thread through silk, hand made fabrics,

woollen fleeces woven with a laboured love.

I will knit a fit for me more fitting than a golden glove.

 

Now I've become a strong, cross stitched vision;

my own masterpiece.

 

Rethread.

Keep on sewing.