Window

Drawstrings pulled to stiff pencil pleats,

she mused on width and weight of fabric 

heavy as her gathered years, densely woven.

Brocade grotesques, memories in relief

on coarse material walls out fierce light,

fires of protest, flames of anger;

pull those threads close 'til header

tape can bend no further

and satyr figures are lost among

folds of sequestered dark.