The Poetry of Brian Langley, "The City Poet"
My wife is a
dedicated needlecrafter, textile artist and teacher,
and, as she conducts her hobby and business from our home, the tools and
materials of her craft occupy a considerable space.
Note - in a past time, the word "Blokey" which appears later in this poem was questioned by an
American Craft Guild.
They apparently thought it was some form of strong language. Not So!
"Blokey" simply means "pertaining to Blokes" (ie Men)
Our Crowded House
Our house is full of fabric
And threads of every shade.
The lounge is full of patchwork parts
For the quilt that’s almost made.
The table we should dine on
Is two feet deep at least
In cut out, sorted bits of cloth
Arranged so they’re not creased.
There’s a cupboard in one
bedroom
That’s bursting at the seams.
Its full of pastel coloured stuff,
All pinks and blues and creams
There’s boxes filled with
net and lace,
There’s ribbons, braid and more.
Its stacked in almost every room
From ceiling to the floor.
The place she calls her
sewing room
Has cupboards, wall to wall
All filled with arty crafty things,
She says she needs them all.
Read these and the the remaining 7 verses in my booklet "Sun, Sand and Saltwater"
© Brian Langley September 2004