Poem

Threading Time

Entombed in musty folds:
dust enriched Banaras silk
embroidered with golden yarn,
forever echoing colonial rule
for a century, a western charm.
 
Wrapped in Mother’s cherish,
dressing up death in opulent threads:
tobacco-stained, dyed caviar-black,
easing primal pain in cancerous dark.
 
A homecoming gift, laden in rupees,
sailing seas below winking skies as
moonlight waltzes on jhallar edges
caressing shining eastern essence.
 
Intricate piercing of twilight material
crafting flawless Mughal patterns
with fine threads, trellis bound,
snaring the weaver's soul.

Amanda-Louise Gilmour

Amber

AMBER

Oriental lily
stains the wings
of a white butterfly
amber.

Amanda-Louise Gilmour

Pearl

Pearl

Twilight blinks
upon the road
a lifeless deer:
pearl balled in
mirrored eye.

Amanda Gilmour

The Gloaming

The Gloaming

From thrawn skeleton,
a cloud of pink petals
sigh from the old gean
in the glen beyond the wall,
where birds sing and deer roam,
while rivulets of glassy burn
pass through in lilting lullaby
carrying fallen blooms
from the natural world
in a trail of confetti,
meandering into 
the gloaming mouth 
of the firth.

Amanda Gilmour

Unborn

Unborn

What would you wish for
as you blew out twelve candles,
my unborn seedling.

Amanda Gilmour