One Single Impression had the prompt 'Embroidery'.
The Song Weaver
The fabric’s rich and intricate
With depth that few acquire;
While on their own the threads are weak,
As one, they form a choir.
No bolt of cloth, a duplicate,
The warp and weft aspire
To make a cloth that sings of love,
Embroidered with desire.
The couples come into his rooms
To buy the cloth, displayed.
The fibres match their entwined hearts
Ornate and yet handmade.
They leave with fabric from his looms
And, while he’s duly paid,
He never gets to ever see
What final song is made.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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Wonderful rhythm as well as rhyme. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThe magic looms....
ReplyDeleteI love this, it's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis was so lyrical and so lovely, J Cosmo. I can't think of what I could nitpit at :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous rhyme!
ReplyDeleteYou've woven a beautiful poem filled with love and artistry. A nice take on embroidery.
ReplyDeletea bit sad he never sees the end product...perhaps knowthat it is made is enough....i lived in the home of a weaver the year after college...was pretty cool to watch her work...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned! It must be wonderful to know that your 'songs' bring happiness / joy to so many homes!
ReplyDeleteLove that concept of the threads together become a choir:-) excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteI feel the magic of musical incantations woven, love the ending of never getting to see the final song made !!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely and very interesting ending. Perhaps it is enough to know that he has started something beautiful and sent it on its way.
ReplyDeleteperhaps someone will come just for him
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