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I am woven soul of frilly fabric fringe, I am circumference of circumference of luminosity. Translucence now, of translucent loud click of LIGHT, My stretched cloth dances now with swirly windy brightness, Now it rests still and lets the beacon shine. I am very shade of very shade. There was none before me, The light adores me, For I wrap him in my mellow sway. I am that I am my wire frame; A woman made me with machine, An Art Deco dream, The first and last, no two the same. I am presence of the only lampshade. A single strand of cream coloured cotton Keeps a tight but tender grasp on each spindle rib. I am famous for my only function: To guard your careless glistening glancing eyes From the terror of the LIGHT, Now in part shadow, warming me. © David Williams 26 May 1998 |
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