Loom

1 November 2015

I have seen them weave in the evening by lamplight
which creates effects that bring Rembrandt to mind.

–Vincent van Gogh, 1884


& then, in the world that was her mother –
when the sky was mauve
& her dress a spotted pink
she saw as clearly as day dawned
the light from her mother’s loom
wild and wizened for her years
she saw it tilt as it moved before her

just as her mother had seen it
years before, had heard it
years before, that clank
heavy as cloth

stretched and pulled
fitted and flowered
loud before her

& she quinced
her breath

blown loud
in her ears

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