The old swimming hole
Where we squandered hours as kids
Is rank with putrid scum
This is not your everyday knit-a-hat sort of yarn, at least not in my eyes. It’s a style of hand spinning usually called “artyarn” and the techniques I used were corespinning with cocoons. The fibres in their unspun state reminded me of rank and ruined creeks near industrial estates so the haiku was written to reflect the image I saw in the fibres. I was playing with the notion of “art” and wondered if it was possible to combine poetry with colour and texture. It’s only a beginning – an experiment.
I don’t know – do you think something as taken-for-granted as wool can be something more than just a scarf or a beanie?