Kilim

A young girl made the faded
one from Konya, I am told,
and raided all the heartland
shades of Anatolia - the amethyst
and rose of the high
plateaus and the air she breathed;
birds in flight across the eastern
steppe, their colours fused
in transit; water symbols
channelling through frames, and where
the pattern breaks, a message
woven like a stain -
a clot of alizarin,
enigmatic as a wound,
eloquent as pain.


Kilim: traditional Anatolian flat-weave rug


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