.
She dreams in stitches
across the grain
of midnight cloth
and sees his face
as usual
embroidered on the bias.
Holding tight
she tries to rip
the crooked seam
that binds
their unmatched checks
but then he smiles
as usual,
turns her threads
to boiling veins
and as usual
all their reds and purples
bleed.
.
(c) 1979, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
beautiful..:_D
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Many thanks! π
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Brilliantly woven! π
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Thank you! π
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lovely just like silky lace. there is a sense of darkness and the emotion is brilliantly conveyed.
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Thank you, fallenelegy, for both your comments! I appreciate your visits here. π
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This is a great opening: “She dreams in stitches” and then followed with “across the grain of midnight cloth” — with the poem unfloding this metaphor. Well done!
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Oh yeah, I definitely LOVE this one!! Perfect, Betty!
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