One Poem by Angela Porter

Clothes Re-making Class

People are talking, as they enter this room.
And, not full with books, but brushes and oddments,
Where easels and pastels are waiting to move.
Now will they swim into product, effect.

The craft begins, and much action takes place.
And as gulls they land, upon the clothes.
A fish basket oozes, flooding out waste.
Pieces drape on your shoulder, jewel robed.
Embroidery creeps up, understated.
The glitter and colours should magnify,
Said tutor. What could this material make?
With cutting, steering, the light shines in your eyes.

Now fish scales are slivering, leaving outside.
And notice the quietness, cool sunlight.


Angela Porter is a verse and Eastern form poet. She enjoys the modern, world view challenge of poetry, and combining her other skills of art and craft, and music

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