Jacob’s Ladder
Banded rungs
of fabric steps
rising to greet
the angels
It was so clear
in my mind.
In the stitching
the central silver strip
shifted to one side,
mocked my motives.
As clarity slipped
I mused:
Why call the angels
to a wrestling match?
Lovely. Is that silver strip lame?
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It is indeed. Thanks for reading and noticing
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Ha! So often (OK, usually) the quilt in my head is not the one that comes out of the sewing process! I like your poem about this 😉
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Glad to know I am in good company
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Mariss, this poem is just perfect. The last two lines have stayed with me since I first read it last week. Where is the book? You really need to publish another book of poetry. And yes, the quilt is beautiful too. It has taken me this long to comment because I’ve had some password issues but seem to have finally sorted that out. Are you on Instagram? I have discovered a wonderful instagram feed called dquilter3boys I’d love you to take a look at it. She does quilting and cross stitch and the fabrics and canvasses are just gorgeous.
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Thank you for your encouragement and enthusiasm about my poems, Jacqui. The book will be dedicated to you!
Will look up that intriguingly named Instagram feed
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Amazing piece and poetry!
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Tierney
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Great quilt and the poem made me smile. Lovely to think of serendipitous compromises as interacting with angels 🙂
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Thanks for reading and smiling, Carol.
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