Morning light streamed
through roughly-woven curtain,
glided across walls
and gilded the bed,
picking out ochre stitches
in the knitted blanket
and the lime green pattern
of the cotton pillowcases.
A room of fabrics
breathing in stitches,
stirred by the chilly breath
of a breeze, a subtle alarm –
a reminder to take advantage
of the quietude,
embrace the shadows
lingering in corners
before the intrusion
of the outside world.
Kim M. Russell, 12th May 2026
Punam is our host for this Tuesday’s Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are writing poems inspired by artworks from some of the exhibitions across many cities of India. Punam says that she came across some very interesting art pieces while reading an article about it.
Our challenge is to draw inspiration from a selection of images and write poems inspired by any one of them. I chose ‘A Room that Breathed in Stitches’ by Sabiha Dohadwala.

This is gorgeous, Kim! I love the word picture you painted, especially,
“glided across walls
and gilded the bed”.
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Thank you so much, Punam!
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My pleasure, Kim.
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I love the thought of being awake in such a morning. Lovely with all the fabric details.
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Thank you, Björn.
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Beautifully done….from the morning sunlight described as gilding the walls to those last three beautiful stanzas. Just a wonderful write!
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Thank you so much, Lill!
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The woven and stitched interior is a gentle guardian of quietude, soft yet resilent.
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Thank you, Brendan.
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Kim – beautiful tactile piece of imagery, taking a very mundane moment – waking up, turning it into a sensory exploration of texture and light 💞
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Thank you so much, Ange. Apologies for the late response; Just got back from North Wales.
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No worries – where did you visit?
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Zip World for my husband’s 70th birthday. I stayed in the cafe and read a book. The scenery is breathtaking and I would love to visit again. My dad’s family was from South Wales, just above Swansea, which possibly explains my love of Dylan Thomas.
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Fab that’s near Bethesda lovely around there – a happy belated birthday wish from me 🥳
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This is amazing imagery, Kim. I’ve also chosen the same art (^_^)
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Thank you, Jay.
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A peaceful and reflective mood and a quiet tension in the closing thought. Nicely done Kim 👏
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Thank you, Shaun. Apologies for the late response; I’ve just got back from North Wales.
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“A room of fabrics
breathing in stitches,”
I loved how you sewed this poem together, wonferfully evoked and executed!
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Thank you, Cara!
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Your ekphrastic brought the art to life, Kim. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Helen.
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What a cozy blanket of warmth you’ve woven. I sure will linger here before the intrusion of the world.
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Thank you so much!
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Well done, Kim! Great images!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Makes me want to curl up in coziness turning my back to the intrusive outside world, at least for a few more minutes. ❤
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Thankyou, Jennifer. Apologies for the late response; I’ve just back from North Wales.
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Lovely, Kim!
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Thank you, Kaci!
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You’re welcome
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