David Chadwick

A poem for the month - November

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Making Tapa Cloth

 

School hall

The low table

Long rectangle

The straight edges aligned

Hands plaster the layers

 

Then the singing starts

Grandmother, mother, daughter

Voices lifting up

Swirling in the air

Weaving together

Over and under

Around and around

Across time

Across oceans

Across generations

In circles they join