The Artisan

The fine end  Of a needle  
That pierces into The soft fabric  
As it pulls  the cotton through  
Marrying materials  
Often of a different hue  
Each stitch  Gently woven  
The silent seams, seem soft  
And delicate  
Upon the shimmering silk  
As patterns flow  
Become complete  
Like the beautiful artistry  
Of the artisan  
Is never deplete  
As a trickling stream  
Which glides   Along the pebbles    
Rippling, dappling, beauty  
As a whispered kiss  
Upon marshmallow clouds  
A passing zephyr  
Soft, and gentle, and delicate  
Like melted cheese  
Smooth as silk  
And as fine  
As the wonderful intricasies  
Of freshly woven webs  
Dew-bound  
The tapestry  Is now complete  
As the seamstress  
Lays down her needle  
Applying  
A softening balm  
To the blistered fingers  
Of an artisan  
   
by Jemia