Persian Rug
There are many Persian rugs in this house
some with lines of poem by Hafiz
few with the signatures of rug weavers
from Isfahan
some rugs are round or square or rectangle
a few given by family,
a few that I bought to feed my nostalgia
the rugs I bought in my home town
with my father,
Now every time I walk on these rugs
I see father’s eyes
I touch mother’s bare feet
and I remember a lover’s smile.
This red rug in the bedroom
has the gaze of the pomegranate tree
In my parents’ house,
red, lavish, magical to the eyes
It is like Rubaiyat of Khayyam
simple, calming, elegant
sometimes, I feel I am walking on
those young weaver’s swollen fingers
One day I will pass these rugs
to the next generation
embodied with more memories.
and as a symbol of love
Painiting is mixed media by Mahnaz Badihian