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Stitching the Bayeux Tapestry

Stitching the Bayeux Tapestry Rebecca Hawkes , Young Poets on the Underground 'First of all I learn to sheathe my mind in a needle, a shining domestic wand with a steely eye and a sharp bite. Hovering over the battlefield like a hand-held bird of prey, it darts and dips its nimble beak into the freshly spilled colour, dining off a raw pink and grey palate of corpses and savouring the acrid metal stench of victory. I sew the winner's story, embroidering detail and carefully twisting fact. Beneath my guilty fingertips the tapestry seems to bulge and tighten, throttling the truth with its linen coils.'

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