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Laura Bartholomew

Published in London Poetry Pearl   V London Poetry Festival 2009 Anthology

The Wool, the Charity Shop and the Possible Deceased  

Glancing in at the charity shop
(As is my wont)
My eyes rested on
Four balls of white wool.

It would get dirty though
The scarf I envisaged knitting
If it were in white wool.

Still I go in
To make my purchase,
Only five pounds, after all.

"Have you seen the wool bag?" The assistant enquired.
"No," I replied.
"I'll get it for you, one moment."

I didn't really want or need
A wool bag - never mind
I'll take a look.

"There's some wool inside."
"Oh, let's see," I exclaimed enthusiastically.
She showed me two enormous balls of wool.
One beige, flecked with Autumnal browns
The other ball brown,
Flecked with purple and green
Gorgeous pure new wool!

"I'll have the bag and leave the white wool
Behind, thank you."
"The bag's the same price," said the assistant cheerily.
The bag was not 'my thing' at all,
Being canvas with a kitsch drawing
Of a ram at a spinning wheel.
It was the wool which interested me.

On arriving home
I opened the bag
And found one knitting needle only.
It had a few rows of work done
Attached to the brown ball of wool.

This must have belonged
To someone now deceased,
I thought.
A relative, in haste
Dispatching of a ladies' things.

At the bottom of the bag
Was a chrome object.
I took it to be the casing
Of an old fashioned thermometer.

I opened it up
And out poured nine different
Sewing needles with large 'eyes'
Especially for knitting purposes,
What a treat!
Only the other day
Was I searching for such a needle
And now I had nine!

After some deliberation
I detached the wool
From the start of the knitting
And out of respect
I placed her work
At the bottom of the bag.

To rest there
Until this, by now
Rather special bag
Will be returned
To the charity shop
When my time is up!

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Imagine a Rose-Boat

Imagine a rose floating like a tiny little boat on this ocean of infinity
And raise your soul-sail on this wee-little boat and go seeking out
All along feed on nothing but the light that you gather only light
Fear shall never fathom you nor greed can tempt nor illusion divert
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Only in the transparent pool of knowledge, chiselled out by the sharp incision of wisdom, is seen the true face of what truth is: That what  beauty paints, that what music sings, that what love makes into a magic. And it is life: a momentary magnificence, a-bloom like a bubble's miniscule exposition, against the spread of this awe-inspiring composition of the the Universe. Only through the path of seeking, learning, asking and developing, only through the vehicles and vesicles of knowledge, only through listening to the endless springs flowing beneath, outside, around and beyond our reach, of wisdom, we find the infinite ocean of love which is boundless, eternal, and being infinite, it makes us, shapes us and frees us onto the miracle of infinite liberty: without border, limitation or end. There is nothing better, larger or deeper that humanity can ever be than to simply be and do love. The Humanion

 

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