Blackwork
A type of embroidery which dates from the sixteenth century
A broken heart
Backstitched on a linen sleeve in black;
The dye corroded, like my love, the threads
Which held us worn away. You take your leave.
You take your leave.
I count the weary days in lengths of crewel,
Blossom withers on my bodice, dies.
I spin a gauze in blue, to match your eyes.
To match your eyes
To mine again, I’d give my own; what need
Have I of sight without you in my weave?
In my grief, the rose gives up the ghost.
Give up the ghost,
Devastated soul, and sing http://www.flomaxbuyonline.com your last.
No fairings will he bring to show his love;
A black cockade I’ll wear above my heart.
*Tamar Yoseloff is the author of four poetry collections, most recently The City with Horns, published by Salt this month. She is also the author of Marks, a collaborative book with the artist Linda Karshan, published by Pratt Contemporary Art, and the editor of A Room to Live In: A Kettle's Yard Anthology. She is a freelance tutor in creative writing . Her blog, Invective Against Swans explores the intersection between poetry and art.
