London Tales String ©

String carol grimes September 2018 ©

I love to sing, I would love to fly, to wing it and sing it,

please wrap it  – and tie it with string for me.

String rhymes with sing and wing, I like string –  a useful thing-

of many colours, textures, thickness, and weight.

To hold your trousers when you have forgotten a belt. 

Khipu for the Inca and for Sailors a half hitch or a figure of eight,

Alpine Butterfly or Ashleys Bend, 

Twine rhymes with mine, heart beating, mouth singing, hands waving, in order to fly,

don’t unwind my one ball of string, I need it to wrap a parcel, tie a knot, cats cradle – 

you can do a lot with string,  

Grandmothers saved it, along with paper, envelopes and elastic bands.

You never know when you might need such things. Waste not, want not,

For Knots – in the end, we will always need string, rope, and twine. 

String, with its sister twine and an old Grandfather’s rope, mine to unwind.

To prop up an old gnarled tree, a gate or a shrub gone wild in the wind. 

Bowline or Hitch for sewing a stitch on a patch, ships sail or a tent. 

String, a humble thing, but necessary.  

I am upset when there is no string handy, ready, for doing the things that need string.

A simple but beautiful, and sometimes lifesaving thing. String, my ode to String. c.g. ©