• Margot Myers

    The Voyage I found a pattern from Paris, matelotstripes but chic. I sent for wool from Peru,blue and grey, needles from Denmark ethicallysourced, sat by the window day after dayin grim profile like Whistler’s Mother,struggling with the purl, the plain, moss-stitch, rib          — in, round, through, and off —It bagged, it sagged, but I wouldn’t sayit was a failure. Unravelling was a revelation —how eagerly the stitches crinkled from the pinsand wound themselves through tumbling skeinsas if they were alpacas still, and springing home to valley, hill          — in, round, through, and off —          Adieu, my Breton castaway.…