One Poem by Cath Davies


I sit, stitching, surrounded
by yarns,
needles and threads.

On my finger, a thimble,
on my brow,
beads of sweat.

Stitching, stitching,
our platonic worlds colliding.
You a man,
I a woman, but no more than that.

Mend this, you say,
and you hand me your heart.
I sigh, the hole is bigger than ever.
Quite rented apart.

So I sit, stitching, surrounded,
ever the sewing bee.
These seamstresses you place such faith in?
They can’t darn like me.


Cath Davies is 44 and works in social care in Flintshire. Recently completing a degree in creative writing, she writes poetry and short fiction and is a member of Colwyn Bay Writers’ Circle and Disability Arts Cymru.

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