Irish Weavers DNA
I can hear the distant shuttle,
I can see the slanting light,
as it settles on the looms,
in the fading of the light -
a gene fuelled soup, propelling me along.
It’s the sum of history’s past
it’s the promise in the future
in it’s colour, shade and strands.
the weft and warp of life;
it’s the map scratched on my psyche
it’s the shade of
who
and what
and why...
I am
ME.
Isabel Telford
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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