We all have some special items that bring us joy or comfort, whether it be an old teapot we’ve inherited, a special pair of socks, or, this case, carpets. These carpets remind me of my old friend, Cornelious Montgomery, who was an oriental carpet expert. When I found the Armenian carpet she said I couldn’t pass it up, and we crawled on the floor peering at the knots and colors through her magnifying glass. Cornelia has passed on. Thie carpet will outlast me, and, as Cornelia suggested, be passed on to my grandchildren.
Like many Armenians, I’m seduced by beautiful carpets. Carpets are to our culture what hot dogs represent in popular American culture. This is an ode to carpets.
The carpet seduces like
an old lover come to visit
I lift a corner and light
shivers blue and silver from the weave
sheep that jumped and spun the
mountain air near
hearts beat deep within the weaving
alive and woven into time
heart opens to the story this gabbeh tells
Hands wove and knotted the telling
then open up to let the story go
The two carpets above are Gabbeh carpets. They are hand made, as is this Armenian carpet below. May we all have health and beauty in our lives.