The stones climb up the tapestry
The stones climb up from the floor
where they have kept the wall pictures
on a short rein, that time is over.
The stones have moved through darkness,
ice and in long throws against the enemy’s grinning
and with sharp force against humans now hated.
They know too much about human beings’ savagery
and hankering to control creation as they see fit.
The stones detach themselves from the yarn-ends,
not so as to fall out of the world picture,
but so as to move up through the tapestry.
They do not feel at home any longer at the bottom
of the warp, they have an upward urge and would create a new
balance between the light and the heavy. The world
will not unravel completely, it is the law
of gravity that must be changed, our belief
has taken root like the grass round gravestones.
The stones have an upward urge, they climb through the weft
while the shuttle applauds. They climb in a formation
that can remind one of a climbing team up the Troll Wall.
There is good reason to raise one’s gaze, we ought to have
understood this long ago, the stones no longer
lie at our feet. Slowly and surely they move
upwards, before rappelling down to us.
(After ‘Escape Forward’, a handwoven textile artwork by Ann Cathrin November Høibo)
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