I promised Katreena a poem about my calico project... so here goes nothing.
This was following my freewrite on all the ongoing projects I currently have, including this calico repurposed canvas project, which I have felt stuck on for a while now. Katreena suggested to write a poem about it. Thinking it could probably help me get out of a rut, as a sort of exercise to help get unstuck>>> oh shit I'm rhyming without even trying now (wrote this intro after finishing the poem).
Enjoy
Unfinished, unprocessed
husky, musky, yellow tinged and light
your very existance captures the essence of armour
heavy, plainwoven, unbleached and coarse
soft and jagged edges you achieve and endorse
historically woven by cāliyan hands
the undone remnants of garments reclaimed
a new purpose in processed pieces remains
oh calico, as unfinished and unprocessed as you may exist
you are refined, versatile, you adjust and are bright
from flat-rolled to form-built and back
you are now, once again flattened, but with character and brack.