Sunday, September 9, 2012

Knitted Sunshine


She is sunshine
knitted into the
bleakness of poverty.

Her yarn brings
a rainbow to dispel
the dusty color of drought.

With a smile and a blessing
she sits under a slatted roof
spinning despair into hope.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: Margaret Bednar
Margaret Bednar has graciously
offered her beautiful photography 
as inspiration for our poetry.

14 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is such a unique way to present a character sketch: the woman came alive through her surroundings and her craft.

Margaret said...

Susie! This is splendid and so amazingly done. These woman really do spin a rainbow from poverty! Well done.

Geraldine said...

Wonderful evocative words Susie. I'm glad I stopped by.

Happy Week, G

Grace said...

An inspiring post Susie ~ I like the knitted sunshine dispelling the dark shades ~

hedgewitch said...

I really like that final image, Susie--it focuses us on the power we each have to make change in our own worlds...a lovely mirroring of the vibrancy Margaret caught in her picture.

Peggy said...

Wonderfully put! I now see that this is a photo of bright yarns--thought they might be beads at first. And yes these women do weave sunshine into the world.

Mama Zen said...

This is so creative!

awakenedwords said...

so often the happiness is somehow found intertwined into otherwise unpleasant situations

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, wow, Susie, this is wonderfully done. I love it.
K

Catfish Tales said...

Oh yes! More of this type of spinning, please!!!

Jinksy said...

A very evocative poem - pretty poverty captured in words.

Susan said...

A beautiful sensitive comparison of the color and weaving with the landscape, and in the process you show the heart of a woman spinning hope. Love it.

De said...

Oh, this is lovely. Love this spin.
And this character. The world needs more of her.
de
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Helen said...

There must be a peace and contentment that comes from the simple act of knitting. I wish I had learned, now these arthritic fingers won't cooperate. Your poem is beautiful.