Give ’em an inch…
Plant me thumb deep and I will rise in spring, green pricks through hard ground after the evil frost is past.
And in the summer pick a stick thumb-thick an inch to whip a wicked wife withal, a common law correction.
Mill my harvest coarse or fine by rule of thumb or tailor me some wisdom; twice round the thumb, once around the wrist, and so on to the neck and waist.
Thumbs are fickle measures but they prickle when evil is near or so the Bard said, when ‘tis time to oppose evil.
A thumb is a handy tool.
Copyright © Oonah V Joslin 2014
Oonah V Joslin is an Editor at www.everydaypoets.com, a writer of poetry and microfiction, she blogs at oovj.wordpress.com. She hails from Ulster but lives in Northumberland, just shy of the border.