Photo courtesy of Sandra Crook        Poem extract from WB Yeats’ ‘The Second Coming’

Rochelle’s challenge for this week’s Friday Fictioneers is prompted by the fascinating  interior of threads and bobbins. Can you write 100 words inspired by this photo ?

STITCHING HISTORY

I’m looking for John Tattersall the weaver. I step into the weaving shed. The only sound, the humming of the power looms. What is this warp thread ? Twisted human hair…Weft thread ? Looks like strands of sinew. Woven into the fabric are strips of paper with tiny writing, bones, teeth, yellowed nail clippings, plastic, bleached coral pieces, worn baby shoes…

“Mr Tattersall — tell me what are you doing ?”

“I must weave our human story into this tapestry year by year.”

“Because ?”

“As W B Yeats says :

‘Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world’ ”

 

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