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The Pedal of the Sewing Machine @Mazza793

I spent my weekends watching her foot press the pedal


Of the old Singer sewing machine


Fascinated by the silver tooth which chewed


And bit the wool and cotton under her finger


As she fed it through the metal mouth


Watching dresses and trousers


Appear like magic from the threaded


Mess



It was a few years later that I began to


Lose the stitch


Of my brow and arms and


Mouth


Falling apart with a rip here and there


Arms joined to torso with loose threads


As if the air and sun and night slowly


Was removing the tacking which joined me to


My skin


My clothes becoming as long and dark


As a priest’s


Hiding like a badger under cloth



But I knew that strong feet


And hands can piece together


A flooded eye or bent back


If they moved as fast as a dressmaker’s finger:



They could make a shirt of spring or dress of armour


With flashes of silver and steel


The balance wheel always moving forward


Let it move, let it move



Name: Maria Papageorgiou-Foroudi

Place of residence: Melbourne, Australia

Your favourite quote: I said to the almond tree- "Sister, speak to me of God". And the almond tree blossomed... Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco

Your one wish for the world: Treat one another with empathy and support



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