For many Armenians, Oriental carpets are in their genetic code. We are drawn to them. Handmade carpets are artwork that can tell a story, can teach about history and culture, all the while keeping your feet warm. This poem tells the story of one carpet I fell in love with.
Persian Carpet
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
Shiraz transformed
Life pulses 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
May your day be graced with beauty.
Best,
Elaine
Elaine Reardon 