Scarf to Dr Who
It’s not easy keeping a timelord warm
in extra-terrestrial weather,
sandstorms and meteor showers.
I never know the hands that craft me
nor who will wear me next.
My knitted rows just appear
in a multitude of colours.
I keep growing, wrap myself around each neck,
comfort when it all gets too cosmic
even for a doctor.
Dr Whos to Scarf
So many of us, we cannot all speak at once
and with so much metamorphosis,
you have been our only constant
travelling with us like a knitted story,
in yarn of many colours, holding
each of our forms row after row
like Buddhist prayer wheels.
Soft comfort in an ever-expanding
senseless universe.
Our only strand of home.
(First published by Shoreline of Infinity, December 2022)
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