somewhere unwritten in my head is a poem about the time i was driving with my friends on a back road in vermont. a hurricane had washed away the asphalt and ripped up the guard rail. we drove on a thick bed of abandoned pebbles and the river ran beside us like a bleeding wound.
on our way up the mountain we rounded a corner and saw a bonfire by the side of the road.
no one was there, but in the center of the flames was a piano.
a grand piano, blackened by varnish or flame with the top open and it was on fire there was a piano on the side of the pebble road burning and burning and no one was there to watch it go.
i still haven’t found the right words for it. i still wish i’d parked the car instead of slowing it down as we rolled past. but there is the piano, and there we were. and nearby the river ran like a bleeding wound.
“Her thoughts were not my thoughts, nor her feelings my feelings, but we were close enough so that her thoughts and feelings seemed a wry, black image of my own.”—Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar (via goghst)
This poem/spell came to me earlier while I was cooking, and I hurried to write it down. I knit, but I think anyone who knits, crochets, embroiders or does some other kind of fibercraft can use this. I tried not to use language specific to knitting. I would envision the person the handmade item is intended for, wearing the thing, its protection forming a web around them, as you chant:
May this garment be as armor a shield against the woes of life. Bring peace and steadiness of mind, snatch good fortune into your loops even as I weave you. Give him/her/them shelter from the winds the biting rain and cold, and bring him/her/them back, as day ends to the warmth of home.
You could add a line or two, invoking a protective deity or spirit (especially one associated with crafts). I feel that it would be most effective or most appropriately used as you’re starting a project, though you can repeat the chant continuously and meditate on your loved one.