I was trying to write the fifth chapter of my fanfiction "Prisoner of War" and this came out instead. Darning is another word for mending clothing.
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~ Darning ~
He couldn't take his eyes from her hands.
He was amazed by them.
They were the callused hands of a women who worked to survive,
But it was the work that made them graceful.
The steady, meticulous movement of her needle entranced him.
In and out.
In and out.
Pulling the thread taut and closing the holes
That he had put there.
He thought that she mended the fabric
Like she mended his heart,
With graceful, callused hands.
She smoothed the cloth to break the thread and his trance.
"It's done."
She handed it to him
Then stood and walked away.
He shrugged the refreshed material over his shoulders and followed her out
Eager to wear more holes for her to mend.
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A/N: I hope you liked it. I like the double meaning of the last line. I think that the key to poetry is to take the universal and compact it down to something as simple as mending a torn piece of clothing. Please review and tell me what you think. Critiques are welcome.