Monday, June 8, 2009

Taking up the fabric

So you took up the fabric
And needled the thread,
Then sat at the table
To which you were led
By eight lovely maidens,
And I know that you thought
Of the chance that they might
Even notice you brought
Them a part of a sentence,
A couple of words,
A spelling of some
Calligraphical birds,
Who creep into a room
When nobody sees
And bang their wings loud
Like a tapdancing breeze,
And remind them of something
They felt long before
They noticed the patchworking
Strips on the floor.

I shall tell you much more of my wonderful Sewjourn weekend, but for the moment I'm pleased to give you the original cast members.

What a wonderful wonderful time I had with them!!!


Michelle said...

Beautiful poem, Eleanor! I'm glad you had a lovely weekend!

Frogdancer said...

Ah... and they think putting fabric together is difficult.

Words.... ahhhh, words....

Anonymous said...

I loved this poem

Duyvken said...

I love this Eleanor! I'd say it was my favourite but I LOVE THEM ALL.
wv is reciteum - perfect!

Stomper Girl said...

Ooh, I loved this poem too. That tap-dancing breeze was for me right?

Eleanor said...

Sure was Ms. Stomper!

Suse said...

Oh! I think this might just be my favourite poem yet!

That poor funny terrified and indignant bird, dashing away shrieking to his mum all about what had just happened to him.