Tilla Brading

 

UNRAVELLING THE SKEIN

 

 

 

Some kind of accretion has occurred, gathering the tatters of old bodices, peeping through the crewel eye of tapestry and the lace-worked veil, snapping hoops of crinolines, bones of gussets, fashion statements

Text Box: unravelling the skein
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we swing in a lyric sofa bed (sol-fa)

 

Disturbing the peace
Lonely dissenter discovering things of value hidden from view

 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed
Outside the paradigm

 From coptic embroidery
to my bustle encrusted with jewels
written into the rondels of Exeter Cathedral

 

tent stitch          cross stitch      rice stitch         half-cross         crosslet            straight stitch

eyelet stitch       gobelin            basket weave             

long-armed cross-stitch straight gobelin  algerial eye stitch

continental stitch           hungarian satin stitch          montenegrin cross stitch      diagonal parisian stitch

 

 

the soft
persuasion of toadstools
bursts solid concrete
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Sara,
illegible to other eyes
a muted story
distinctly minor

so much left
                        unrecorded

part of the heard melodies
of Great Men

shadow     of a brilliant father
putting in order
his literary house;
keeping her husband’s house
(in order)

silent heroine whose muffled story
haunts 

marginalised by sex
(exemplifies her meaning
in the little tale
included in parenthesis)

unfinished Masterpiece

miscellaneous
                          remains
slipped 

from the formalist
hierarchy of Art 

the interesting fragment ends.

dots intervene
in inability to make (to do
what might have been

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Craft the soft persuasion of wool
As stone in a man's world

 In what does man's pre-eminence over the brute creation consist?
Reason
(subjugate the [true] impulses of language)
Employ reason to justify prejudices.

 For what purpose were the passions implanted?
"He heard the slight creak of her corset as she breathed"
A woman must have time in a room of her own if she is to write.

 Tommy was a control freak; he kept Maria captive in her mansion. She wasn't allowed to be free. Sitting in his castle, he'd say,
            "If you deal with Maria, I'm not dealing with you anymore".
The things he'd done to rubbish her career. 

Concrete poetry poppies
(peeping again) where Land Girls weep
engrave memorials
beyond wasted Flander's fields 

No such thing as a silenced artist?

 

Two women have been 
outside Dartmouth Naval Base           
charged with                possessing

Text Box: Beyond the borders at  

 odds with the official 

alien to the world of 

Official     Literature 

Daringly     critical 

courageous 

controversial whiff of 

rebellion     excluded 

on the outside

      arrested
 

 

 

 

     

 

 

           items for cutting/damaging t h e f

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plank palings crystal ball

…. Chaining themselves to railings

the hearse under the horse

(cut fences, break boundaries)

With the presumption of youth

 

"Sometimes she even longed for the company of her absent husband even though his selfish, uncaring attitude killed all the love and admiration she once had for him".

 

 

 

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The girls swing their legs and sing

to the tramp of the 22 men

skipping out of step,

swirling and poking out their tongues

 

Who's this?

Girl in a slanting khaki beret;

the male exemplar,

arrested for loutish behaviour.

 

If that's what you want,

Power-dressed

In a pin-stripe suit

Grinning under the barrister's wig

 

What I especially disliked about Mrs Thatcher was her male attributes.

 

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claire short          estelle morris           mo molem

silk, chiffon and some rounded flesh

robins  hop among shouting starlings

she has refused to be tamed

 

I'm a Jean Paul Gaultier art object ….

With a tea cosy on my head

 

Miss Tress peoples literature

 

botox reconstruction

a perpetual simper

(I'll bet the surgeon's a man)

 

The Ladies Football team

is kicking against the knitting

unpicking grandma's tapestry

neat religious stitching

sugary verse of the

cake decoration class

 

unravelling the skein

untying the knot 

(she cut off her waist-length plaits

when she left home)

 

OUT OF EVERYWHERE

monk's hooded,

translating histories and hype

 

losing the thread

tangled thesis

Where are we?

 

all and none of this entanglement

looking across the pond

at the glittering boat

bobbing bobbins

always a little ahead

only to discover 

Titanic presumption

 

swing low sweet in the

lyric hammock

plaited in knotted rope

 

dis-gendered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

( Sources are various and include: Vaclav Havel, English fairy tales, Mary Wollstoncraft, Jane Eyre, Virginia Woolf, The Independent, BBC Radio 4 etc..  The secion entitled 'Sara' was first published in The Coleridge Bulletin, Spring 2002)