the shawl little ditty

Fine poem. There is a touch of mystery-it`s comparable to looking at a snapshot of a stranger

I couldn't agree more with both previous comments - except to say that if a poem could be tangible - this one would be woven from the finest silk. Ty SSS

It was the ending that did it for me: fraying tassels trailing the back of your chair; a fluttering around your shoulders before it gets there. Those lines left me with something very real but also made me feel a bit empty and sad. Excellent, LD - Foster.

Gorgeous - love how the shawl's not just another piece of work to sell to tourists but imbued with meaning and mystical charm

Juliet - thank you for flagging - i am glad you enjoyed it. I'm just back from India and this poem and 'Blessing' now hang in his shop. Foster, SSS, neilmc and Gilbert - thank you for the things you have said - borderline cheeesey sentimental cliche touristy travelog - i worried - your comments, and i see a cherry, have given me a boost - cheers!

Is it anywhere in Goa by any chance? Lot of Kashmiri traders there, men who can appreciate jewellery, embroidery, fabrics and intricate craftsmanship in a way most Western men don't. Took me back there!

(Yes, Goa, he was near Palolem. Approaching Monsoon season has closed everything down and people are heading back North - would have loved to go with to Kashmir! *sighs*)