Carpet Walking
Today, I’m walking across a calm carpet of hope.
Distilled from a word.
Full platter of fruits.
Yesterday, I walked across a carpet of blocks, steeplechases, ladders, tightly squeezed conversations,
It didn’t feel soft under my feet.
I’ve walked many carpets before…
Some were empty with no patterns, no colours,
Some were resplendent, joyful - beautiful noise against the threadbare silence.
Some I’ve hung outside upside down, beaten the dust away, into the bubbles of night air.
Barefoot and walking in soft blue silken threads, is how I like my carpet to be.
A pathway of sky in a room full of sun.
Distilled from a word.
Full platter of fruits.
Yesterday, I walked across a carpet of blocks, steeplechases, ladders, tightly squeezed conversations,
It didn’t feel soft under my feet.
I’ve walked many carpets before…
Some were empty with no patterns, no colours,
Some were resplendent, joyful - beautiful noise against the threadbare silence.
Some I’ve hung outside upside down, beaten the dust away, into the bubbles of night air.
Barefoot and walking in soft blue silken threads, is how I like my carpet to be.
A pathway of sky in a room full of sun.
This poem is copyright (©) Carmella de Keyser 2026
About the Writer
Carmella de Keyser
Carmella de Keyser is a prize-winning British poet, known for explorations of identity and heritage. Founder of the Harlow Circle of Poetry Stanza, judge for the Harlow Poetry Open, she has five books published or forthcoming, from Hedgehog Press, Alien Buddha Press, Parlyaree Press and the Seventh Quarry Press.
