Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Black Holds Her Essence Back

Twirling in cottons of pinks yellows and blue
Prom red satin slides in, so shiny and new
Followed by linen, stark, stiff and tannish white
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night

Whirling in wonder the materials swirl
Laughing at the closets of frayed fabrics that curl
Yellows in a stack down the hall ready to be quilted
Some of the shabbier cottons are practically wilted

The fabrics are laughing at each other’s flaws
Bullies on fire, so glad none have jaws
Instead of supporting, they tear polyester apart.
Not realizing even she is a lost pantsuit art.

I dare not peek in the sewing room,
For they are nasty and mean.
They make fun of each other.
Each one thinks she is queen.

The fabrics are nasty, back-biting and bad.
Maybe the worst textures I have ever had.
I enter cautiously, hoping to fix them, to make them play right.
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night

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Gershon Wolf March 11, 2020 at 8:13 PM Never thought of fabrics and colors like this before. So interesting for me. ~ A guy's guy Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2020 at 5:24 AM I am the daughter of a professional seamstress and quilter; material was everything and texture meant a lot.