Natural Fibre

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                                                     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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