Hi dear readers, I’m re-posting this poem, as I post it originally at 3.30 am, and some of my readers may have missed the article. What was I doing, being awake at that time of the morning ???
I’ve selected this poem for Kaylaannauthor”s Blogmas Christmas Contest, please click on here >>>
Contest I’ve written this piece, as a Christmas Story, to be included in a charity book, for the “Black Dog Institute” here in Australia. The book is to be called, “My Lost Sock”, and every story in the charity book will be an anecdote about “My Lost Sock”. The Black Dog Institute, is a not-for-profit facility for diagnosis, treatment and prevention of Depression and Bipolar disorder.
My Lost Sock, A Christmas Story
I’m a hand knitted woollen sock
Here’s my story from year dot
In the beginning
I started as a piece of spinning
The wool off a sheep’s back
An odd colour of brownie-black
Being spun into dark twines
On a wheel from olden times
Craftily hand knitted
Lovingly, soon to be gifted
There were two of us
We were like knitted twins
Righty and Lefty
And of course I’m Righty
Our gorgeous red-haired spinner and knitter
Had dutifully finished
Cheerfully folded and wrapped
In colourful paper and flower strap
A fabulous Christmas present
For her husband’s aged parent
Soon it was Christmas day
Everyone’s jolly, merry and gay
Drinking red wine, local Cabernet
Eating fish, caught in a nearby bay
And presents opening time began
Families smiled and sang
We’re sitting on Pop’s lap
Gently and slowly unwrapped
Pop proudly exclaims and holds us up
“Look here, see what I’ve got”
Suddenly Pop throws Lefty into the corner
And I’m left dangling like “Little Jack Horner”
There’s much laughter and jokes
Kids come over and give me a friendly poke
Poor discarded Lefty, on the floor with no folks
While I’m up here being kindly stroked
There’s more giggles, they’re all staring at me
Pop’s grinning from ear to ear
Wriggling in his wheelchair to loud cheers
Oh, my discovery, Pop’s left leg’s missing below his knee
Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
