Yarn-bombers strike again

A light-hearted look at the growing trend of guerilla-knitting …..

Ballad of Bristol Bridge

Thirteenth of June at a quarter to two,
there’s Pearl and the rest of her motley crew
down at the Bristol yarn-bombers HQ,
wondering what they should do.

They belong to a cell of the Raglan Brigade;
they all carry scars which they proudly displayed.
They’d proven their worth with the artefacts made,
their ensign a death’s head of silken brocade.

Pearl was the leader with her deputy, Eve.
All over seventy, would you believe;
guerrilla knitters who swooped to leave
knitted graffiti for the world to see.

There’d be statues adorned with beanie hats
or decked with elegant fashion spats
and knitted animals like siamese cats
on building walls chasing crochet’d rats.

Refrain:
Knit, guerrillas, knit.
Knit one, purl one, never stop.
Knit, knit, knit ‘til you’re fit to drop.
Knit ‘til your fingers are red raw.
‘Cos this is guerrilla war.

With a face baked hard like a crusty baguette,
Pearl said “This job is the toughest we’ve met.
There’s an ugly bridge I’d rather forget
but it needs to be bombed. Our mission is set.”

Pearl carefully opened the armoury door
revealing their ammo piled up on the floor –
Arran and Raglan and Cashmere and more,
all manner of needles racked by the score.

Daisy and Violet were up for the fight
with Martha and Ethel by neon light.
Geriatric guerrillas – what an inspiring sight –
as needles clicked throughout the night.

Sustained by only biscuits and tea
and the occasional tipple of cream sherry
with a poster of Che for company
they crochet’d ‘til dawn’s dim light they could see.

Refrain:
Knit, guerrillas, knit.
Knit one, purl one, never stop.
Knit, knit, knit ‘til you’re fit to drop.
Knit ‘til your fingers are red raw.
‘Cos this is guerrilla war.

They cast off at last with minutes to spare
and packed their creation with intimate care.
They crept to the bridge, so ugly, so bare
where they left their work for people to stare
at their twelve-foot doily hanging there.

________________________________________________________________________

14th June 2013

Notes:  “Is this a hole new craze? 12ft-high DOILY appears under railway bridge.”  Banksy brought guerrilla art to the world’s attention with his iconic style of political graffiti.  Now a group of so-called ‘yarn bombers’ have come up with their own genre that would make the Women’s Institute proud.  For they are suspected of being behind a 12ft-high doily that mysteriously appeared under a railway bridge in Bristol this morning, much to the bemusement of passersby.

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