Pillow Lace – by Charmaine Candappa Memories slice the afternoon stillness As I touch the whiteness of the lace, edged on my pillow Knowing that hands moved swiftly On the ageless wooden instruments Crisscrossing, overlapping, tightening . Women in deep concentration Their knarled fingers weaving The milky white strands of thread Into delicate and intricate designs, A trellis of petaled flowers and leaves Knitted vigorously Those yards and yards of pillow lace. ( Galle Srilanka ) ...