Ode to A Yarn Bombing

Yarn bombing is such a whimsical expression of the art. Check out the full post and enjoy a few minutes escape from the world.

All She Wants To Do Is Knit

Knittymandias

I met a Raveller from an antique land

Who said: ‘Two vast and trunkless* legs of bronze

Stand in the town square. Above them, on the man,

Half shrunk, a soggy sweater clings, whose size,

And gathered hip, and fitted wrist band

Tell that its knitter well those contours read.

Which yet survive, draped about these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them while the town was in bed.

And on its breast these intarsia’d words appear –

“My name is Knittymandias, king of kings:

Look on these crafty works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal turtleneck, littered everywhere

The scattered strands of  yarn stretch far away.’

*Not wearing pants

A shameless rip-off of Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

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