Sylko Thread D471 Indian Curry
A poem inspired by the very 1970s Sylko thread colour, Indian Curry:
Our burnt orange Maxi, beige velour seats
Is the modern way of city driving
Is the modern way of city driving
A tartan blanket covers knees to feet
A cushion pair will soon be arriving
Made of sumptuous deep yellow velveteen
Seams disguised with an old gold silken fringe
Perched on the parcel shelf, they will be seen
And must not cause embarrassment or cringe
The appointed hour of the power cut
Is imminent, time for candles and dreams
Eager to finish I run the gamut
Of high speed needles spearing through seams
Hands passing fabric through racing steel
Fall short of the required expert touch
The world blinks, lights go out, now only feel
The machine stops in bloody-fingered clutch
Blood seeps into Indian Curry thread
A chilli jewel in a turmeric bed
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