Weaving Lace
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Our memories are fickle things
that time disintegrates;
we’re left with snapshots that we string
together, weaving lace.
The tightest loops play back with ease,
releasing dopamine,
evoking whiffs of deli cheese
and meats on Christmas Eve.
The thread, as soft as frosted bulbs
that fade from blue to white,
enfolded carols, laughs, and love–
a symphony of light.
Small stitches caught the bite of clove
and cousins running ‘round
a table draped in cigar smoke
as thick as winter clouds.
The bobbins twisted, covered pins
like presents tied in bows–
for everyone a single gift:
This mem’ry spun from gold.
Need more Christmas wonder? Delight in these from the contributors and staff at the MockingOwl Roost.
- Holes in the Stockings – Christmas Poetry
- Almost Christmas Morning – Christmas Eve Essay
- Man in the Shadows – Christmas Eve Fiction
- A Matter of Tradition – Personal Essay
- A Christmas Carol – My Favorite Things
- Fireplace for Your Home – Christmas Essay
- Yule Dreams – Christmas Poetry
Necia Campbell
Necia Campbell is a writer from Vermont who also edits pro bono in her free time. Her work has been published in Twisted: A Horror Anthology and Unseal Your Best Life: Poems Revealing, Past, Present and Perfect Moments with an additional two pieces in forthcoming, but as yet untitled, poetry anthologies.
