Doll by Judy jdb photo
Tailor of Mankind
He thought he would be a tailor of men.
Then, “Woman!” he thought,
laughing as he
extracted a rib, seaming
hills and valleys, taking a subtle tuck
here, folding an excessive curve there
and there. Smoothing it over, shortening
a length. Extending another.
Making them fit and not fit.
Not a perfect pair but rather
thesis and antithesis,
yin
and
yang.
Anima
and
Animus
he shaped into each
in different quantities.
Then, he clothed perfection,
sheathing it and obscuring
differences to be discovered
under falling leaves, in darkness,
setting a whole world in motion.
Then he wept.
The prompt today is tailor.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wow… beautiful.
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The last line goes straight to the heart of it, doesn’t it? Love the reflections of a dollmaker at being a creator, of sorts. (Also love the doll – charming!)
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Well, that really touched my heart! Thank you!
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The tailor did a great job, all except for the apple tree he forgot to cut it down.
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That’s why he wept.
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Wow! Great. Photograph is apt for the post.
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That last line bites, sending out shock waves. Brilliantly done, Judy – and I love the format.
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Thanks, Jane.
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My pleasure Judy, I enjoy your blog, but I don’t go there often enough – too wrapped up in the madness I call life… and writing, of course.
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I’m guilty of the same, Jane. Trying to live life more. The kittens certainly help draw me away.
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I adore cats…
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Well, with five I have a plethora, but at this point I don’t know if I could give any of them up.
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You call that a plethora? My son-in-law’s brother’s parter (please try to keep up…) has 27 house cats. They’re not allowed out, ever. She has a six year old son, is pregnant, and lives in a small flat. Can you imagine…
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Whew… That certainly killed my appetite. These will be outside kitties once they grow up. I withdraw my “plethora.” You have won the point.
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The only reason I don’t have a cat is because I live in a second floor flat(I think you call it third floor), and I don’t like the idea of a cat not being able to roam.
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