Your challenge: One poem, written by, for, or about your lace teammate posted to your blog (or photohosting account) by midnight EDT (UTC -4:00), July 2.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Lace Knit*
(with apologies to Dylan Thomas)

Do not go gentle into that lace knit,
Fine yarn will twist and gnarl at close of day;
Rage, rage against the splitting of the stitch.

Though strong hands on each row will never quit,
Because their fingers work so surely they
Do not go gentle into that lace knit.

Good hands, the last row by, making it fit
Their owner’s body, in whose lap it lay;
Rage, rage against the splitting of the stitch.

Wild hands, which caught and tore the yarn a bit
And move, too late, to fix the little fray,
Do not go gentle into that lace knit.

Slow hands, now numb, in rooms so poorly lit
Will tink and frog the endless night away;
Rage, rage against the splitting of the stitch.

And you, dear Cozy, there in such a snit,
Curse, bless me now with your smooth drape, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that lace knit.
Rage, rage against the splitting of the stitch.

*this poem is based extremely closely on Dylan Thomas’ poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, which has always been a favorite of mine. If you haven’t read it since high school, do yourself a favor and click on the link above.