Doylies
inscribe
the nature of their secret lives:
circumscribed
and labyrinthine,
dense as growth rings of a tree -
a centring,
a centredness,
a web to draw stray insects in;
a suffocating silken mesh;
an earthing of frustration, longing;
order, symmetry imposed
on forces of destruction, chaos…
Modern women cut the threads,
interrupt the filigree,
the fine design that emphasises
patience, regularity,
the repetition of motifs
with no mistakes,
the purity - snow-white
and ivory crochet in silk
or coarser linen thread.
I see sections of cut-up doylies
used to feather others' nests -
the basis or adornment
for contemporary processes -
as thesmophoria,
as pieces of our mothers'
martyred flesh…
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