We had a sweet valentines day. I came home to beautiful winter white roses (to match the newly fallen snow).
Twilight, after the huge storm, beautiful.
Sewn of thread and absence,
lace belongs at the hem of a garment,
pinned to a collar, near the face,
or clinging to a tabletop amongst teacups.
Like frost, lace paints a pattern
on edges and surfaces. In lace, fine line
and space loop around one another.
It is true that skin under lace appears more
visible, that veils and drapes of lace
let in light, and yes, pull a viewer’s eye.
An ivory web of flowers does what?
Embellishes. Decorates. Even as it claims
to cover, to conceal, lace invites air
and sun and gazes. Place this
punctured shield wherever there is longing,
delicacy: table, skin, bed, window.
Hannah writes poems inspired by found images. This poem was inspired by my painting, “We Come From a Delicate Place”
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