In my heart
In this room
A carpet and a loom
Were designed to gloom
Lines of warps, all across
Wefts, needed to cross
Then followed by the knots, and next, cuts
And would hit, a shedder, a device
Shape of rose
Shape of hope
Shape of joy
Shape of life, filled with love
Eyes and ears, all alarmed
“They must come!
On this rug, they must walk
It will wear, be better”
Love and wine
Worthier, more divine
As they age with the time
“I am yours, you are mine”
You, my love, were design
Warp my flesh, weft my blood
Shedder, love
(Up and down, all across)
We slept
In dark cave
Demon, loose
It flew, a vampire
In the holes, in the walls
(And among the adobes)
Hidden, rats, ran zigzag
Chewed the weft, chewed the warp
Harmed carpet
Needs grace, needs repair
In design, in cotton, in the silk and its wool
(On the loom, off the loom)
As with silk, this carpet
The thinner,
The softer, shakier,
Much better, worthier
That is love
That is love
That is love
That is love
This is a beautiful poem about the cross currents in life and the imagery of the carpet making process is deeply felt I can hear a craftsman or woman talking to me with deep knowledge. I have just visited a wool museum in Somerset England and the whole work resonates with me. There is a lot of mystery between the marriage of warp and weft, but you will always know more than I. Thank you for this Nassy, I will keep it by me.
I will revisit this. I like the technicality of it, very good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed that is love, a crafty poem with substance and purpose, I liked it, thanks for sharing..10++++
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