Sunlight streams
Through antiqued doors.
Dusty panes
Shed sparing light.
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Reds richly caught
In a golden glow.
Spilled rubies
Amethysts, topaz.
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Hand made
Man-made,
Flat weave
Tufted.
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Tribal songs
Evolved in desert dust.
Weft and warp
Taut, ayak,
Knotted.
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Colours of abrash.
Kashan, Sirjan,
Kilim, Konia,
Patterns of a people.
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Sumack sacks,
Silken prayers,
Ottoman,
Ushak.
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Hand woven the
Rugs are
Stylised,
Compartmentalised,
Animals and flowers.
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Tree of Life.
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Living Art.
a.a.hardy
copyright 1999
all rights reserved
this poem is designed to be spoken quite quickly to give it rhythm!
105 words
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a.a.gallagher
Thank you for reading my words and for following me. I am a collector of stories. I also write to try and explain life's happenings to myself. I write poems about the environment, climate change plus fun rhymes aimed at young kids.
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