chefchaouen and jodhpur blue

maharani pink

spills across

the master weaver’s floor

click and shunt

stutter and clack

makes papery folds

folded silk

rough ahimsa silk

flecked with stars and mangoes of gold

veins, borders

dividing here from there

milky pools obscure light

yet fingertips see just enough

shocking pink, inky blue and green

turquoise dug out of blushing pink

whole hills stolen

the eyes of the market girl

match the clear greenish blue-green

her shimmering folds

pleated, hanging pools

dripped onto marble

in monastic room

she glowed in it

in the brown-grey dusty shafts

transcendent beams

of toxic air.