Ireland

  •  January 2007 WLT I am fingering a length of yarnfrom the mill at Stornoway.It is green as a summer meadowthough when I untwine it widdershinsI see, spun into the yarn, fibres of blue& yellow & purple, occasionally orange.I am undoing the magic of the spindle,Unravelling.                        She believed thatjoined together we were powerful as hawserthat could moor th...