Art Arena's World Poems - Backstitching

Backstitching

A Poem by:

Eithne Cavanagh

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My silver-backed mirror ovals

the pastel of a pretty seamstress,

hair a mass of finespun gold.

I wore my best blouse that day,

ethereal, a corsage of palest lilac.

I framed him in the eye of my needle

threaded with a shining rib of hair

and sewed him round the edges.

Mesmerised, he pampered me a little

and then the children came.

I tried to love them

mended their small garments.

While he went about his pleasures

I stitched the night with duller thread

for each of his venal gifts.

The young needlewoman’s portrait

mirrors my own worn face, criss-crossed,

hemmed inside a gilded frame.

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