The Sylko Dyeman
The Sylko Dyeman
He colour dips skeins among stainless steel
Below chimneys and above Lowry scenes
Shading cotton to be spooled on a reel
Holding together our city-bred seams
But when he names his colours he goes back
To Derbyshire fields, valleys and hedgerow
His history sublimated by the crack
Of shuttle through loom, slip fast and narrow
In a dark cavern church a bride holds still
Her "Spring Bloom" dress trimmed with Harebell Tint bows
Handkerchiefs ripple wave in Eau de Nil
A shade of sky not seen since chimneys rose
Mothers dress their babies in Forget me Not
Thread thin connection to the half forgot.
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