Natural Fibre
A hot afternoon,
Curtains of ottoman drawn.
One slim shaft of light.
Freshly laundered sheets,
Egyptian cotton and starch.
Stiffness, yielding yarn.
Stretched across the bed,
A sheer horizontal plane,
Cool crispness invites.
Whispering like silk,
The rotating ceiling fan
Suggests vortices.
Hand embroidery
Feels proud to the finger-tips
In dark or daylight.
Warp and weft are one
As, tightly interwoven,
Male and female meld.
Blue, fragile petals.
Rhythmical shuttle weaving
Linen, prone to crease.
In moon-shadow,
Stirring blossom-scented air,
The throbbing fan turns.
Seamlessly, dreamless
Sleep slips from unconsciousness
Like a falling robe.
Breathing in the dark,
A scent, the rustle of silk.
Warmth in cool night air.
The curtains open.
Stars glint like scattered sequins
On black taffeta.
Ottoman: a thickly woven silk
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Comments: 56
thanks for sharing
Well "fabricated!"
Nicely, nicely done.
Wilka
Thanks.
Kristina
You're a wonderful word-painter - I could see, feel and experience what you wrote as I read it. That's not an easy group of things to convey, but you did a superb job of it.
Marilyn
Such tender details and minow observation.They makes me senti.Very artistic and technically an excellent piece. I feel good while reading this.
Regards
'Seamlessly, dreamless
Sleep slips from unconsciousness
Like a falling robe.'... Fantastic, Mike.
What a wonderful piece for a sultry summer evening. I enjoyed the rhythm and imagery of the stanza that begins with "Seamlessly...."