Sewing as a Metaphor
Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit for Heidi at my juicy little universe for Roundup.
October is turning out to be round and full as the O that begins its name!
This past week has included many of my most favorite things, and the fun is not over yet: this afternoon I'll be presenting at Homewood Library about my MOON book to help celebrate tomorrow's eclipse...and then it's Fall Festival time! This is an annual tradition in my community, and this year I'm in charge of the Silent Auction while Paul is in charge of grilling 400 hot dogs. Fun!
Today's ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem features another favorite thing of mine: sewing!
While I am not the Embroidery Queen like others among us (Mary Lee!), I do love stitching, especially quilting...and I learned from my mother, who is quite an amazing seamstress. So of course I was smitten by this piece of art.
I also adore sewing as a metaphor, and this poem gave me a chance to learn more about the traditional embroidery stitches and knots. AND...following a trend in my writing of late, this poem is ala Emily Dickinson: title-less. Sometimes a title is an essential tool, and sometimes a poet just wants to jump right in!
Thanks so much for reading, and may your October be plump with all the things you love best!
make a French knot
as sun puts in a satin stitch—
another embroidery morning
- Irene Latham
