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.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013