The Shawl
By littleditty
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The Shawl
I talked about needlepoint with a man from Kashmir.
Embroidering by hand leaves thread behind,
knots, looping pictures of browned fingers
busy through the Monsoon of June.
He told me he would make one for you
and send it charmed: for your shoulders, birds;
and for your arms, branches of Almond and Marigold.
So you will never feel the weight of it,
for the chill of the night or an aching heart,
warming pink falling petals confetti
to a delicate silver clasp,
fashioned by an old hand,
carved in the flowers of Royalty;
and imagined in the breeze, a butterfly ring,
fraying tassels trailing the back of your chair;
a fluttering around your shoulders before it gets there.
Goa2006
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Amazing
Amazing. When was this written? My late mother loved touring overseas her last was India before she passed on. She enjoyed it immensely she said it was her best trip ever. It sounds wonderful she said just it's dirty and the poverty is terrible. The people, history religion food nature etc all are out of this world and Hindu's especially are very patient and easy going. Tourists feel very welcome.
Keep well! Tom
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I so enjoyed this poem
I so enjoyed this poem littleditty. Would love to own a shawl like the one described. I do have a black shawl which is a great comfort when I'm curled up in front of the tv. But indian shawls have that special handmade touch, so skillful.
Jenny.
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Lovely, woven charms and
Lovely, woven charms and birds for shoulders and branches for arms. Enjoyed your loving shawl poem. x
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Catching up - this is lovely
Catching up - this is lovely Littleditty. Have you seen we're having a virtual reading night? It would be lovely if you could come along and read a couple of your pieces. All details on the front page but please get in touch with me or Mark Burrow if you need more info. hope to see you there!
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