A Full Bed of Roses
The needle carouses
through strip upon strip of cloth,
spins out a dizzying
merry-go-round of roses.
Skew-centred around sun-yellow
every bloom unbuds
of its own sweet volition,
each one, new sprung, calls
for another – my Bernina purrs on
to stitch candy floss pink
or apricots and oranges
in a circle dance of fun.
Reds spell the wounds
and throb of womanhood,
rich burgundies
mute the prettiness.
Waxed youth on the wane,
I turn out rose after rose,
find there are forty-eight,
stop, and see the spell break.
Mariss Everitt
Beautiful poem and beautiful piece of quilt art! 😀
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Thank you Tierney
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Gorgeous words for a gorgeous quilt! 🙂
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Oh thank you.
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This is so cool… I love how one piece of art inspired another! Looking forward to seeing more of your quilts and poetry!
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Thank you kindly. Watch this space!
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Love this, Mariss!
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Thanks for prompting me Jacqui
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