aa,bb

Wrapped, folded, tucked and draped
the seamless into a form was shaped.
Blithe at its new-found mould,
it let itself pleat, gather, fold.

When it stepped out into the world,
it was a kaleidoscopic sight to behold.
And then the wind sang its song,
luring it to play along.

Trapped in the silhouette grooves,
the curves and contours arrested its moves.
Now, it wanted to be free
free as a cockatoo on the guava tree.

The zephyr was willing to aid.
The promise of ‘the unbound’ was made.
Grabbing, tugging, ballooning at the crepe
it contrived a flighty escape.

Concealing, revealing the wrapped figure
the hegira began to configure.
Except, it wasn’t a kite
to release itself in mid-flight.

And when the mortal pinned it down,
the dance of abandon
was reduced to a fastened gown.

Until, it was cast aside
and lay spread eagle;
clinging to its pride.

A puddle of fabric’s monologue
is better than a human soliloquy.