Monday, September 9, 2013

Needlework (Poem 160)

Needle tip dips in and out of fabric,
Catching the light,
Drawing up stitches with a rasping tug--
Side by side, like satin,
Peppered, like a delicacy,
A garnish to be consumed sparingly,

Strewn, like newly mown grass--
Lemon-butter silk, raspberry soufflé perle,
Terracotta cotton, fine as a web,
Linen the color of cocoa
With whipped cream. Sweetly
Suggestive of traditional
Feminine wiles and fragile cups

Poured and passed
With secret smiles, and
An occasional glancing
Brush of trembling fingertips.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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