Sounds of Bobbins

With apologies to Simon and Garfunkel

 

Hello Torchon, my old friend

I’ve come to work with you again

Because the rhythm softly beating

Of bobbins parting and then meeting

And the vision of a pattern in my brain

Still remained

Within the sounds of bobbins.

 

And the people bowed and prayed

To the ornate lace they made

But I cried to the departed

Don’t forget just where you started

For the basic patterns are written on every page

For every age

And whispered in the sounds of bobbins.

 

Noelene Lafferty

The Angle, NSW, Australia