Felt
She makes a mat
of fibres, layers-
thick, pressed, depict
a face she cares
to know. To show
a friend, her built-
up filmy webs
waver and tilt
out of true when
wetted, flattened,
to likeness more
true in the end,
allowing lines
lifes variance.
She wants Central
Ueropeans,
as she puts it,
to portray, some
Ur-people whose
faces ripple
and merge, emerge,
wink and perish
from these fond French,
Germans, Irish.
She jokes but seeks
to do good works
in this technique
learned from the Turks.
Her Icelandic
face at fifty
keeps growing its
changing beauty.