Invisible Cloth

This invisible cloth…

cotton turned to silk

fingers counting thoughts

worries turned in numbers

unique each calloused digit

This invisible cloth…

or could it be a memory

of Flopsy Moll

and her swan song at the pier

or a fisherman’s eyes of indifference

This invisible cloth…

patterned childhood soothe

frayed and scented home

cradled in the rocking chair

working out the kinks

This invisible cloth…

the bed sheets pulled

and clawed in nightmare sweats

held in real against unreal

the stranger in the shadowed hallway

This invisible cloth…

a woman’s comfort still

through bleeding words

and fingers

through hands that want to feel


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Aug 06, 2012 @ 22:42:04

    Perhaps my favourite of what I have just read. Stunningly well formed, an exploration of imagination and the comforts we seek. That which we turn to in habit or in need. Constructs of self made real in the reality of what we experience. An embrace of feel, an cloth pulled closer as if of the self itself. A timeless nestle, a feeling knows not of age. A truth that knows. Layered wonder on top of wonder in every line…


  2. Evelyn
    Aug 11, 2012 @ 02:15:01

    I agree. I love the form you created for yourself. its organic and “meant to be” for this poem.


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