Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Weaver


Filaments of red and black
pulled by small, quick fingers -
this is the way my mother did it,
building a pattern
piece by woven piece.

A blanket for the back
of a tired horse,
or a tired child -
on a long Winter walk to Santa Fe -
is now an area rug
in a coffee shop
in Carson City.

© Scott Stark, 2013


19th century Navajo blanket
downloaded from "Indian Blankets and Their Makers"
by George Wharton James (1914)
from Wikimedia Images


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Excellent! A brutal, surprising ending that brings us into the modern.

jean said...

A HUGE poem in a few lines! Well done!