A selection of father’s tie collection,
light-enhanced, silken sheen glows,
even from a distance, his style shows;
life long his textile trade connection.
Fabric handled with reverent care,
close-examined, weave-pattern strong;
hand woven fabric, all day long,
such woollen craft nowadays rare.
Cardboard boxes hold wool weaves
in cramped cottage sitting-room,
homaged, now-absent handlooms:
the craftsman’s creed firmly believed.
Wales, a far cry from earlier times
of city skies, fogged factory fumes
and daydreams in dull classrooms:
escaped all claustrophobic confines.
A first and then a second chance,
art college classes in between,
arts and craft visions clearly seen,
textiles homaged in life-long trance.
Silent now his singing shuttles,
symbolic loom reluctantly sold;
warm emotions, fond mohair cuddle.