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Copyright Maria Noonan-McDermott

Winter Tapestry
When I think of her,
I think of fabric.
Brocade, silk and soft woven wools.
Threads delicately interlaced
with hidden panels and complicated seams.
A cloth of every colour.
Bright and iridescent, shimmering in the light,
each painstakingly designed and constructed.
A winter tapestry,
a patchwork of mixed hues.
A warm blanket that shrouded and protected.
The elusive veil that shaped and formed us,
draped heavily like rich opulent velvet.
When I think of her,
Winter turns to Spring.
Billowing vintage lace hand stitched.
The intrinsic detail of old linen,
starched, pressed and neatly stored away.
Oh, if only to strip away the fancy layers
and gradually reveal the simple lining underneath.