I found it today.
A huge willow woven
heart
(In local craft shop
window)
Called me over,
Across the white and
black
Of the zebra crossing.
Huge willow woven
heart
Beat loud enough
To command my entry
Into the Beauty of Many
Hearts.
Orange and green made-from-felt
hearts,
Red- woolly- knitted hearts,
Ceramic- glass-
turquoise hearts,
Recycled- materials
hearts,
Ruffled- multi-
textured hearts,
Glittery- hearts,
Hanging- on- a- thread-
hearts.
Well, it is two days
before
Valentines Day.
Then I found it,
Or did it find me?
I knew we were meant
to meet immediately
In a basket of lesser
hearts,
(No disrespect meant
But somehow,
In comparison,
They were…
Small and nondescript.
To me, anyway.)
There it was.
I found My Very Own
Heart
Large Black Felt Heart
Edged and held
together with
Red wool blanket
stitches.
Scattered shiny red
buttons
Of various sizes,
All round, with four
small black holes
Stitched on
With red cotton.
What else
Was On my Very Own Heart
That tells my whole story?
Red embroidery thread
on black felt,
Describes red feathers…
Or are they leaves?
Small red beads as
berries,
Holly or rowan or
both.
In the centre…
In the very centre…
Oh joy of joys…
White Thread Bird.
Dainty white stitches
for curly tail,
Open wings and beak
Lined with small
fluffs
Of white felt.
Delicately beautified
with
White pearl and
Gleaming silver beads.
A Bird of Peace.
As if that were not
enough,
In between
Two upper black felt
curves
(Which shape any heart,
Though not always edged
with
Red wool blanket
stitches)
There was
A small red heart
Within
Large Black One.
It’s purpose was to
hold in place
A white hanging
ribbon.
In delight..
I held the ribbon
So
Black Heart hangs from
the heavens
On a shaft of white
silver light.
Beneath,
At the bottom point
Which every heart may
reach…
Were two small silver
bells.
If Black, Red and
White Heart
Were shaken,
Silver bells sing.
I left the shop
Called ‘Beautify Me’
With my Valentines
Heart
It is how I would like
to end my story.
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