The workroom a jumble, the worker intent on sewing the seams just so. Her face near her work as tears are held back, exhausted, she falls in a trance. Her mind is crowded with patterns and visions, textiles, silhouettes, designs all her own. Behind her the unseeing dummies keep watch, guardian angels of what could still be. It's only a dream, but it's waiting for her to accept that it could be much more. This is a draft written in reponse to the 11/6/22 poetry prompt from Miz Quickly.
the raven's eye 
“guardian angels of what could still be” – excellent.
I think you caught the mood of the picture.
Reminds me of a modern twist on Cinderella – a dress maker.
In that movie she ended up being the personal dress maker to a visiting queen…
And the prince – he followed Cinderella. 🙂