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Felt

   FeltThe Connotation of the wordImbued by life’s experiences. FeltA fearful word for the mistreatedBy those handled badly Felt Sullied by improper touch I have overridden the fearThe felt I ride high on is woolTactile,Beauty in the touchRaw emotion in the handling Warm liquid poured on it and caressedGently at firstFirmer as it settles in the handIt becomes hard and formedReady to be sculpted to my hearts desire FeltA word that colours my worldFeeds my soulGives me a reason to find beautyIn ovine creatures.
— seabhac, Sep 25, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Liz

LOL funny story for you , you know those pictures made of patched squares of felt ? my aunt has hundreds of them, made some and brought some, you reminded me ... felt lol back to your poem this is wonderful and I had never heard that little ditty just gorgeous ... your writing so beautifully lately my favourites keep changing lol love and higgest bugs Jayne x x
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

Great that you have a felt tale

Loved the memory of yours re you Aunt. I guess we could say she was well felt... Humour as ever keeping the light shining bright... Non thistly Scottish Hugs your way
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Seabhac:

Nicely woven poem! Great imagery, the feelings of the ovine creature, a touchy poem, graceful humor! (Glad you updated your picture!) Sincerely, Hugo
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks Hugo

You prompted me to change the image, thanks. Ah the weaving of words ..maybe inspiration for another poem there. Thank you for you feedback. woolly regards Seabhac
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

How wonderfully gentle and

How wonderfully gentle and loving you are Seabhac, your sense of touch in writing this poem is made apparent,event though there are parts that jar the minds thoughts, another good poem. I have felted wool, I made a helmet and gloves and then a mask, it is called "Toving" in Norwegian, they had felted trousers and jackets, like the Austrians in the old days, even their national costume's everyday wear of the past was using felted wool to keep out the cold of minus degrees, the women's skirts like tents, I have one and one needs no cost over it. Shoes are also made of felted wool they are used when the ground is frosted, as they wouldn't be so effective in the wet! Love from Ann of Norway
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

Norway is part of my felted heart

Hello Ann I think this can only truly be understood by those who felt has touched. I have been to Norway several times feltmaking and was for some time importing Norwegian wool so have many connections there, physical and in spirit. It is lovely to hear of how felt is so much a part of your culture. Here in Scotland we do not have that history but felt is very much the core of my life and it takes me all over the world. Peoples memories of felt are very important to me as respect for the wool is something I feel we do not have in this country but places like Mongolia has as a basis for all their work. Thank you very much for sharing your memory of felt with me. You will now be my Toving Ann. Much Love Liz
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

How lovely dear Liz

To be your Toving Ann, I am Scottish on my mother's side, English on dad's, so I feel a kinship with both Scotland and Norway, but I am a citizen of the world just one of the many on tis earth and all are my sisters, brothers, etc. I feeel that. Thank you for the comment. Yes Norge is a most wonderful country, that's why I am here. Ach wheel, we are off on a walk to a great lake that lies among wooded hills, with little islands of firs looking like ships sailng in the blue; yes it will be blue as the sun has crept up and shaken all the trees in their ochre coloured dresses ready for the ball of today, so we shall go waltz with them. Must get ready some food and drink to put in ruck sacks, on with good clothes and boots, and off into the wilds, so near Oslo 20 mins from the centre, is 50 kms of wilds before one meets a house!!!!! Whoopee I am an OAP. Love Toving Ann
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

Toving Ann

Loved the Scottish accent there . You paint a lovely scene of where you live , I hope you have enjoyed your day. It is grey and raining here but I guess that is why you live in Norway and not Scotland. Love Liz