hangs the cosiest cardigan,
the one I hug to me in the early morning;
that embraces me
while brewing the first cup of tea;
that warms me
as I write a chilly January poem;
the one that shields me
from the sneaky draught
that evades the excluder
and, unwarmed by the log burner,
wraps itself around my legs.
It’s a soft and woolly present to myself.
Kim M. Russell, 8th January 2019
Lillian is our host today and she has shared with us some of the things that happened in the past on 8th January.
She has also asked us to walk around our homes and look at all the things hanging in them: on walls, in closets, on refrigerator doors. She wants us to pick something that ‘speaks to us’ and use it as the basis for today’s poem. We should take photos of those objects, if we can, to illustrate the poem. We can describe the objects or share memories about them, or explain why they are important to us or why they’re hanging there.