Faye Gibson Poet Verse

Fabric Linen

Gossamer, gently cool,
brushed against flushed hot face,
like water pooled in desert land;
softness kneaded with much
glad wearing, not unlike
the feel of mother's wrinkled hand.


November 9, 2017
Knit Your Fabric Contest
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud 
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John Michaels November 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM Lovely imagery, Faye!! Cool that we both used "gossamer" :). Congratulations on your win! Regards, John.

Andrea Dietrich November 15, 2017 at 3:08 PM wow, this is simply amazing. One of the very best I've read. Congrats for your win, Faye.

Connie Marcum Wong November 15, 2017 at 2:53 AM A truly outstanding entry Faye. Congratulations on your high placement! : )

James Inman November 14, 2017 at 7:05 AM Such a touching write. Sometimes it's more than just fabric, it's a memory.

Eve Roper November 13, 2017 at 12:41 PM Excellent write,Faye , congratulations on your win Hugs Eve ~`*

Nette Onclaud November 13, 2017 at 10:08 AM lovely analogy between linen's softness and a mother's kind hands... you win!.. congrats , faye, and thanks for entering...

Kim Rodrigues November 9, 2017 at 8:18 PM A lovely sentiment!

Jan Allison November 9, 2017 at 6:59 AM oh Faye this is so touching, the ending gave me a huge lump in my throat. Good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx