Photography by Reka Jellema. Copyright September 2015. a love's little scratching
slip into this
wool sweater
our marriage
still warm
still green
our fingers tangle
with the sleeves
did you see
could it be
the cuffs unravel?
who can tell us
how to snip the yarn,
card the wool
hold our strands
together?
we left our mothers
at the alter
we were cleaved
and we are making
home this bond
something so close
a love's little scratching
fibers
raising blood
day after day
missed signals
and blind eye
turned away
the cheek I hold
soft under my hand
this is the way weaving
tortoiseshells
into our blanket
the marriage only we
can understand
Written by Reka Jellema and Jennifer Savage
Copyright September 2015
slip into this
wool sweater
our marriage
still warm
still green
our fingers tangle
with the sleeves
did you see
could it be
the cuffs unravel?
who can tell us
how to snip the yarn,
card the wool
hold our strands
together?
we left our mothers
at the alter
we were cleaved
and we are making
home this bond
something so close
a love's little scratching
fibers
raising blood
day after day
missed signals
and blind eye
turned away
the cheek I hold
soft under my hand
this is the way weaving
tortoiseshells
into our blanket
the marriage only we
can understand
Written by Reka Jellema and Jennifer Savage
Copyright September 2015
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