At the Level of Hems
When small dogs are permitted
in dark vintage shops
they find at the level of hems
more than we can know
who look at fraying collars, faded colours
and indecipherable price tags
we who only think of bargains
novelties or a talking piece
miss life at the leve of hems
where linen smells of small rooms
and cotton is a field
where lovers run between
bubbling creeks and find their way
in muddy unmarked hollows
where mended cuffs and crankshaft oil
smell of a hard day
and tiny threads of silk are pulled
where the hemming needle slipped.
Ann Nadge (1949 - )
When small dogs are permitted
in dark vintage shops
they find at the level of hems
more than we can know
who look at fraying collars, faded colours
and indecipherable price tags
we who only think of bargains
novelties or a talking piece
miss life at the leve of hems
where linen smells of small rooms
and cotton is a field
where lovers run between
bubbling creeks and find their way
in muddy unmarked hollows
where mended cuffs and crankshaft oil
smell of a hard day
and tiny threads of silk are pulled
where the hemming needle slipped.
Ann Nadge (1949 - )
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I love this poem. The mark of a real writer is to show you things from a different point of view. 
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