by Florence B Fry
Friday, March 01, 2002
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This is my article ‘Paradise Found’ composed into a poem because I had thought I could not use a picture in the article, and I had so wanted to post the picture of Lymington you see here. But I was wrong, so I have posted both prose and poem, I hope for your delight.
From the sweet imagination of a storytelling great,
Accommodating jewels, some of them ornate,
Aladdin’s cave provided a scene from fairyland
Where dreams and hopes existed, along with drifting sand.
Walking by, this shop looks drab, old and uninviting.
Perhaps a place to walk inside if the wind is biting.
Yet just one look and the spell is cast, will only take a second,
And then you’ll know the secret of why your heart was beckoned.
Lengths of cloth hang in windows with no sophistication,
While dressed and pinned a single model views your mystication,
Displaying with a studied calm, and unaffected glory
Design and dress that stirs your heart, and starts to write a story.
Takes you back to a time long gone when women darned and mended,
And dreamed of love, and with their heart all their hopes defended.
Be careful when you walk inside this enchanted cave
For once you touch, desire will rise and then become a slave
To wants and needs you never knew were hiding in your soul
To own and wear a lovely weave now your only goal.
Passing through a narrow porch where bolts of cloth are stacked,
Then moving on to hidden rooms where even more are racked,
You’ll pass your hand across the top and start your own seduction
And then succumb to weakness felt when offered a reduction.
A honeycomb of little rooms, alcoves, corners, niches
Are filled to overflowing with fabrics of these riches.
Twisting stairs all brightly lit from a stained glass window
Are lined with cloth and each one vies, and begs to be your beau.
Voiles and lawns, linens and cottons, are spread in such profusion,
While deep and lovely velvets hang, to add to your confusion
Wool from light viyella to a heavy blanket sit, one upon the other,
And Scottish plaids I know will ask if they may be your lover
Brocades defy that you should pass without a single comment
While silks from Eastern lands will make your heart lament
That you have not the wherewithal to purchase every bale,
That if this lovely place was yours you’d never make a sale.
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
i've posted another book review or two, hope to see you come by
|Reviewed by Joe McCarthy
|You did well.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|I am so glad I came back for the one that I missed. You helped me to be there, thanks!
Nice to meet you too and yes those are my paintings that I place with the poems.
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Yup, you made me feel I was there, as well. In fact, it made my fingers ache to touch all that marvelous fabric...most sensuous!|
|Reviewed by Shelly Hollar (Reader)
|Reviewed by Deirdre Barringer (Reader)
|It's almost as if I am there-wonderful!|
|Reviewed by Deirdre Barringer (Reader)
|excellent as usual.|
|Reviewed by Sharron Tyrrell
|awe Florence love it ... temptation would be too great .. glad it is far away ... sharron|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|love enchanted caves...|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|I had to laugh when I read this. I too love to pass my hands over the cloth and dream.. But thats as far as I go anymore.. you can find out why if you read my article titled the green dress.. LOL
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|So glad to see you writing here! Excellent piece!|
|Reviewed by janna Wilson
|Reviewed by Aamie Burnley
|ahhh, florence found again; happy day, and happily i consumed your poem. i love the vision of a house with rooms and nitches filled with cloth. such joy to cruise the fabirc isles, and pass your hand over the bolts, and dream of gowns and suits and quilts and more. nice read!|
|Reviewed by Kone Simons
|I suppose this means you will not need my instuctions. A wonderful poem with a lovely picture. Well done, friend. kone|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Simply sensational!!! Janet|
|Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
|this is fantastic,love it,Charlie|
|Reviewed by Alain Gracio
|wonderfull writing and prose. Absolutely beautifull how you arrange words like flower bouquets. I really felt I was there! I love this settings. Thank you for sharing
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|So glad you're here!!!Trust you to start off with such a superb piece. Love it!|