Forgotten Embroidery Poem by R. H. Peat

Forgotten Embroidery (Form: A Stichic)

Your blouse—I have it
right here
before my harp
strings, before me
captured like a leopard—
spotted butterfly within a
golden box,
dressed in
a lavish gown, a memory, in
dotted patterns, ivory lace,
a remembrance of our
days, that special place,
that I treasure. Your
center at my center, a
thought so soft and
delicate, a
stitchery of roses pressed
upon our hearts.
That place unfolded
the years into a drift—
snowflakes
afloat
in
infinite spool, reaching
where the needle pierced
the cloth with thread for
what was created by us.


Notes:
© RH Peat 2013
Stichic form — Free Verse
Published: England, 'Poetic Bond III' Pg.69
Willowdown Books 2013