Tears on my Hanky

Hey there! On this week’s W3 challenge hosted by David on the Skeptic’s Kaddish, the poet of the week, Michelle , has asked us to write an ode to our handkerchiefs. Here is my attempt.

You were once a fluffy boll of cotton
But then, something magical!
Carded, spun, spooled, warped, slashed, drawn, woven and sent to the mill
Kiered , bleached, mercerised, dyed and cut
And later on, an embroidered chestnut

Desdemona’s tears stain your fair face
Oh, how I wish I could wipe them away
I wish I could wipe out her every trace
But the stains of our pain still stay
How can I be in love with a symbol?

Oh beloved hanky, symbol of fidelity
Symbol of all I’ve loved, all that I’ve lost
Symbol of joy, symbol of pain
Symbol of everything that I crave
Gently caressing my wet cheeks

(I have never written an ode before. I may not have done this right. I did not understand the guidelines for the meter or all that strophe stuff…. Tomorrow will be a month since I started drawing. I want to create something special. Not sure I’ll be able to pull it off.)