My Precious Carpet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In my heart
In this room
A carpet and a loom
Were designed to gloom

Lines of warps, all across
Wefts, needed to cross
Then followed by the knots, and next, cuts
And would hit, a shedder, a device

Shape of rose
Shape of hope
Shape of joy
Shape of life, filled with love

Eyes and ears, all alarmed
“They must come!
On this rug, they must walk
It will wear, be better”

Love and wine
Worthier, more divine
As they age with the time
“I am yours, you are mine”

You, my love, were design
Warp my flesh, weft my blood
Shedder, love
(Up and down, all across)

We slept
In dark cave
Demon, loose
It flew, a vampire

In the holes, in the walls
(And among the adobes)
Hidden, rats, ran zigzag
Chewed the weft, chewed the warp

Harmed carpet
Needs grace, needs repair
In design, in cotton, in the silk and its wool
(On the loom, off the loom)

As with silk, this carpet
The thinner,
The softer, shakier,
Much better, worthier

That is love
That is love
That is love
That is love