Couturier

O purveyor of fine linens

i come to you unclothed

only scraps of tainted textiles

saved from a betrothed

weigh my limbs

..

terse tailor

tally my tenacious lovers

some, are tattered threads

clinging close as static shreds

ever taunting

..

haughty haberdasher

stitch me a coat

that does not needle my frayed flesh

a vestment of finest muga silk

that does not snag the sinuous seams

of oft surrendered,

stifled dreams

..

made to measure

such wardrobe to treasure

dress me with love

93 thoughts on “Couturier”

    1. Wefting … ah a sweet word for my compendium! How I adore the English language and especially the vernacular not often penned.
      Have a wonderful weekend and thanks for a sterling comment dear V πŸ’Ÿ

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  1. I see the couturier as the architect of our destiny. Sewing the seams, draping our bodies, clothing us in beauty or darkness and finally, cutting our thread when it’s time

    You…are a TALENT.

    this was exquisite. Truly

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    1. Damn! You write in a captivating way. Merry I am from your words indeed πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•
      And no one has ever capitalized such a word about me…. my eyes are shining bright! 🀩

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    1. Why Ivor, what a glorious thing to say. πŸ’Ÿ The whole piece came from a thought of a seamstress/haberdasher huddled over their work by lamplight. Of course, my metaphorical tendencies then took hold lol.

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      1. Always my pleasure ☺️, and yes mum would often be up late at night sewing clothes for us kids, you could hear the sounds of the the sewing machine whirring, while you slept,

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      2. We had electric lighting, but I’m sure grandma, would have only had a lamp, back in the days she was living Kuala Lumpur and Penang of the 1920’s a hundred years ago.

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      3. Interesting…oh my gosh … I guess it was a hundred years ago!!
        I still remember meeting a lady once who was born in 1898. She slipped out her window at night as a teen girl to see the Titanic before it’s maiden voyage. Daring!

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      4. Love those olden day stories, with their daring sense of adventure. Oh…. Mum used to tell me the story about when dad was courting her. Mum was a trainee nurse, and living in a boarding nursing hostel, with its security high red brick fence all the way around. And they would get home late, after the curfew hour, from their evenings outing, and mum would have to stand on dads shoulders to jump the fence, and she would always giggle when she told her gorgeous tale.

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      5. Oh my, what a fabulous tale of young love!
        When my parents came to Australia on a migrant ship, they were honeymooners…. yet still segregated into male/female quarters. My dad would ensure his roommates would all leave to go for an early dinner sitting so he could smuggle mum into his cabin 😊

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    1. Sweet Megha, your words are lovely indeed. I’m fortunate that you read me, yet you are so prolific I need vacation days to catch up with your terrific writing.. πŸ’ŸπŸ’Ÿ

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  2. Oh my God, Oh my God, Lady D!! This is so very, very, very artistic! Ah I love it… ❀ Just look at these beautiful words sewn together to make verses with imagery so well put together, gripping from the start to finish, to emote something deeper, to reveal a softer, warmer, richer fabric beneath the surface… Oh my God. Mesmerised in every way… Imagined it all… Lovely!β€πŸ’– Thankyou for sharing.. Made my day πŸ™

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    1. And I say wow to you, dear Isha! The way you closely inspect every stitch of my wordy garments with enthusiasm and warmth. You never hesitate to lather me with compliments of the highest order. And every time your renewed sincerity humbles and enriches me. So lucky am I to grab the attention of one I so admire. Smiling from over the sea…. πŸ’ŸπŸ’ŸπŸŒΈπŸ˜ŠπŸŒΈπŸ’ŸπŸ’Ÿ

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      1. I say an artist like you should always keep that smile on… It mirrors the one on the faces of all your many admirers and readers… You truly are a world in yourself..! Oh how I love this Diana.. I love your work! It’s not just compliments.. It’s genuine reaction to such art. I’m so lucky to know you πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‡

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      2. I think you have an uncanny knack for allowing yourself to feel exactly what a writer intends and is feeling! That is why your words are a highlight and mean so much to me, lovely lady! πŸ’•πŸŒΈ
        That is why I adore your writing…
        Your genuine reactions are heartfelt and mean so much. You are nurturing a bond that is for life … with many mellifluous words to share in the future πŸ’Ÿ

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      3. How well you choose words from your vocabulary to embellish our conversation! I am proud of this bond πŸ’–β€ Have a srarry night studded with sweet dreams 🌜🌌😘

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      4. My gratitude always for your faithful comments! πŸ’ŸπŸ’Ÿ
        And there you go, using one of my favourite words β€œembellish” … just rolls from the tongue if uttered out loud.
        A glorious Saturday to you Isha 🌸 🌞 .. I shall indeed roam the starry skies of dreams with your sweet blessing … 😘🌹🌹

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  3. “terse tailor

    tally my tenacious lovers

    some, are tattered threads

    clinging close as static shreds

    ever taunting”

    Reading this over and over again… cannot seem to get enough of these fine lines composed, not with the words but pure assemblage of ecstasy, hope, pain and love…

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    1. Such a beautiful comment; I had to pause to begin to know how to reply. And still I come up short: you do not just read me, you let your hands trace the fabric of my feelings…
      thank you!
      ❀️

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  4. “made to measure

    such wardrobe to treasure

    dress me with love”

    How soft the last lines ring I can feel the fabric being draped around me as I read your words.

    Read it again.. and again…

    “haughty haberdasher

    stitch me a coat

    that does not needle my frayed flesh

    a vestment of finest muga silk

    that does not snag the sinuous seams

    of oft surrendered,

    stifled dreams”

    Your words are the fabric of dreams.

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    1. Thank you my beloved confidante… so easy to share dreams,verse and aspirations with you.
      You help me realize that the fabric I weave looks even more beautiful if I hold it up to golden light. Your light, dear heart πŸ’œ

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  5. Diana, you left me speechless as many times before. My vocabulary can’t reach your level of sophistication so my words of appreciation are very humble. Extraordinary piece!

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    1. Thanks again for dropping by and doing a little marathon armadillo read!Not only will I find the dress I will also ask that a special outfit be made for you, O Prince of Comments ❀

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