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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