Scabiosa (The Pincushion Flower) Poem by john (called jack) wren

Sitting patiently on a stool
in a pinafore made at school
pincushion held in one hand
needle in other awaiting command
sorting thread, some white some yellow
to unite as one colour sweet and mellow
a maid's work goes on day and night
sowing and stitching till fingers blight
creating patterns of finer things
that stand on par with butterfly wings
edging and trimming delicate braid
with the genteel hand of a milkmaid
placed in front of an Autumn sky
of the deepest red that cannot deny
the wonder of your yellow- white head
brought to fruition by a needle and thread