Knitting for insomniacs

On nights when sleep eludes
women across the world
pick up needles—gather

dropped stitches of spite
and old hatreds,
untangle the skeins of war.

They knit soft bombs.
Cover a tank with pink wool,
hang a strawberry

tassel from its turret.
Swathe a submarine
yellow with acrylic and cotton

warm as a baby’s bootee.
Fat pom-poms conceal

the dark hull.

Moya Pacey

First published in The Canberra Times (August 2015) and subsequently in Black Tulips poetry collection (Recent Work Press 2020).

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