Thank you, Gyppo, I love rolling pins—perfect topic for a poem! I just (re-)discovered my dad’s cache of them in all sizes, in a cupboard of long-dried out modeling clay.
The impulse came to me whilst I was pinning and cutting out some biscuits. By the time my hands were free most of it was already there, waiting to be typed up.
I used to tell my writing students, get your hands messy, get busy, so you can’t write, and your brain will often kick into gear and start doing creative stuff.