they are talking about fat quarters again
if you don’t know what they are, let me run this by you
thimble, needle, Elna, Singer, Brother, White
Could they be referring to astronauts?
If you think that, you are not a quilter
Fat quarters are blocks of fabric sold together
Could be plaids, polka dots, stripes,
But they have something in common, maybe color
There are a variety of quilt styles too
Log cabin, crazy, appliqued, wedding ring.
If you do not speak the language, get out of the sewing room.
We are here to quilt and gab and eat some lemon pie.
Categories:
appliqued, women,
Form: Prose Poetry
I was just a little gregarious girl
wearing a lime green bikini
with a tiny red apple
appliqued on the top
splashing
in the plastic kiddie pool
covered in cartoon fish
Drops of cool water
I flung up in the air
reflecting the summer sunshine
falling
over me as if I were being showered
in sparkling diamonds
I climbed out of the water
grabbing my compact mirror
in the sky blue case
shaped like a seashell
a mermaid with blond hair
like mine painted on it
I had bought at the thrift store
with a quarter I’d found in the parking lot
I carried it everywhere I went
I had sat it on top of my tattered towel
I don’t recall what I had planned
to do with it
It slipped from my grip
onto the old cracked pavement of the patio
shattering
sharp shards of glass
shimmering in the sun
Seven years bad luck my mother said
Seven years that stretched
into ten, twenty, thirty
close to forty now
Can anyone see me?
Can someone free me from this
curse?
Categories:
appliqued, childhood, fate, loneliness, memory,
Form: Free verse
Finally, as afternoon sun splayed
through the picture window
onto wood floor and last pieces of furniture,
I packed that summer on the lake
into a box, mitering indigo corners
between squares of bubble wrap,
ripples appliqued with lilac jacaranda blooms
blown on the water.
Kids would leave for college and grandparents died,
but that year bees hovered in marigolds and violet alyssum.
The moon's marshmallow singed umber, impaled on a hanger
over golden flames. Dawn's opalescence would flicker
in pale aquamarine, receding shadows uncovering
beads of cerulean icing and pink lemonade shimmering
on shamrock and juniper.
Tiers of skinned knees and runny noses now framed
by cardboard and plastic were stacked like red velvet cake
atop a knotty pine picnic table as terns called in the distance,
then sealed with oak and concrete of our final day as we cannon-balled
off dock's end like it was the last thing we'd ever do.
Categories:
appliqued, color, imagery, nostalgia, summer,
Form: Free verse
Appliqued creation of dreams
reawakening illusions of the heart
creations my mind once made
soft satin wing flying so elegantly
through the maze in my mind
vibrant colours that thread
time spots reminding me
of all the things in life I have done
stitching time torn from me
mending my soul from the dark
cast stitches of dreams
looking over the darkness
whilst I stood upon a rainbow
with my wings open wide
ready to fly in the right direction
Categories:
appliqued, happiness, life, love, me,
Form: Free verse