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 is from Belsize Park, London but now lives in Essex. She has a History degree from the University of Manchester and writes poetry for both adults and children, exploring her Balkan heritage, identity and feelings of displacement. She co-founded the Harlow Circle of Poetry and you can see some of her work in 'Your Harlow' and in the next edition of 'Dream Catcher Literary Magazine'. She is compiling a children's collection of poems based on all the adventures she has been on with her two children. In her spare time Carmella is a Vegetarian who loves the Beatles, sci-fi and adores animals especially elephants!
