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poets I’m reading: Housewife by Amy Witting

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.