Fathoming : setting poetry to silk

Fathoming is a collaboration between Rebecca Sharp who wrote the poems and tinctory who set them to silk.

Read the poems here:
I. The Locker
II. The Reminder
III. The Token

See all posts about the project here.
Sorry, the pieces are currently not available in the shop.


The LockerThe ReminderThe Token

The Locker

The night is cloud-lit,
shibori on the lawn,
glittering greys and mauve.
I hunt the light,
a mantled hawk -
my map of bees at home
in pages of wax,
land-locked
boxes of amber.

Your violin on an easterly,
now lies night-strung
and empty on the porch.
My dreams are delft blue
refrains of silk -
tin-glazed kites of
moonlight, sparring.
Come home
in Arabian thread.

The blood-work ladders back
to concertinaed wells.
You are awake on a shoreline,
tipping ink into the sea.
Our knot is knit, a plot
of land in lovers’ dye.
I shoot my cuffs,
redress the loom -
I’ll sew you home.


Rebecca Sharp


_ _ _ _ _


The Reminder


If silk could win spurs,
be silver-pinched and starry

at my heels -
the echo furls,

beckoning cells
to materialise.

Yarn laps quietly
at the edges of presence.

Distances flicker
as the undulating knit

dips in, to surface
glistening -

tales of the sea
and scented woods.

Shades of wheat give way -
an ancient reprieve.

If I stared at that place
in your chest,

would fabric mappings
manifest?

Is there space for breath,
as outlying tucks

and furrows suggest?
Could I dream

to be pulled apart,
undone at the tug

of past beginnings?
To wear valour

as its own reward,
or a reminder

of what intricacy
gives to the touch.


Rebecca Sharp


_ _ _ _ _


The Token


waning crescent
a braid letter

starboard full
feathered fan

quarter home
a comb of gold

milk moon
I am yours


Rebecca Sharp