Australian poet, Amy Witting (Joan Austral Fraser, 1918-2001) wrote most of her fiction and poems after she had retired from her teaching career. It’s never too late.
Housewife – Amy Witting
If you ask me what I’m knitting
on my quickmoving needles
out of the kind smile and the little lottery win
out of the sunlight moving on moving leaves
out of the new recipe and a hint for cleaning silver,
it’s a net.
If you ask me what I’m weaving
with fingers that work against time
out of the little dinner
out of the lampshade braided in plastic ribbon
and the Evening College course in Current Affairs,
out of the theatre tickets, the library book
and my day with Meals on Wheels,
it’s a net for under the tightrope,
and you may say it’s very fine
considering the void below it.
It’s very fine work indeed,
as fine as a spider’s web,
considering the void below it
and the weight of the heart it must hold.
From the collection – Beauty is the Straw, 1991.