Threads and Motif

Threads and Motif

Pink has always been your colour;

a colour northern English males

view with unsettled suspicion.

It took me thirty-two years to wear it

and feel comfortable

while you expanded your palette

chameleon-like and thrived.

.

When Spain disappointed

with rain that one May week

(we should have listened to Henry Higgins),

we took a trip to Nijar,

famed for its handicrafts;

an activity northern English males

view with unsettled suspicion.

.

The haystack of rugs,

textile and tactile became

overblown page-turner novel,

plot written in warp and weft.

We searched for our Cinderella,

to take home and promote

from floor to wall hanging.

.

When we saw the strip of

hot pink above a scarlet stripe,

we both felt the slipper fit.

I paid, (another activity northern English males

view with unsettled suspicion)

feeling a shiver of synchronicity;

some things are meant to be.

.

I’m grateful you are

the hot pink stripe to my cool calico ways;

a sparkling rosé blush

bringing colour,

effervescence and tang

to my plain vanilla days.