Taffeta is shot
with contrasting thread
so that the fabric tantalizes
in woofs and warps
as it follows the light.
I chose a range
woven in earth tones
and a red-orange one for fire
to reflect our planet’s core
and its radiating rock strata.
The quilt probes
the secrets of Earth’s depths
where molten lava seethes
and a restless dragon furnaces a fire
that pleats stone-steeled layers into folds.
Or finds a fault and erupts.
This is wonderful – the poem truly enhances the quilt and visa versa…is the binding done up in taffeta as well?
(Your comment to Asta about ‘coffee drinking days’ sounds most intriguing…maybe a blog post is in there somewhere?!)
Thank you for your positive comments, Laura. You do have a sharp eye! The binding is not taffeta. As I recall, I used the leftover fabric from a dance dress I had made for one of our daughters. It was also shot fabric, but softer and more shiny than taffeta. The quilt was made in 2006 and I no longer own it, so am reporting from memory.
(Ah yes, my coffee drinking days with my good friend Asta… We met at a local coffee shop when we were both writing theses and spent many many hours talking and swopping notes across the disciplines of pyschology and literature. After we graduated (Asta with a PhD) we continued to meet for the next decade or so, until she left town.)
A beautiful piece and a beautiful poem…
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Thank you dear Ast. It was made during the height of our coffee drinking days
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Your poetry and art always lifts my spirits.
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Oh thank you Chela. Now we are quits ! 😀
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This is wonderful – the poem truly enhances the quilt and visa versa…is the binding done up in taffeta as well?
(Your comment to Asta about ‘coffee drinking days’ sounds most intriguing…maybe a blog post is in there somewhere?!)
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Thank you for your positive comments, Laura. You do have a sharp eye! The binding is not taffeta. As I recall, I used the leftover fabric from a dance dress I had made for one of our daughters. It was also shot fabric, but softer and more shiny than taffeta. The quilt was made in 2006 and I no longer own it, so am reporting from memory.
(Ah yes, my coffee drinking days with my good friend Asta… We met at a local coffee shop when we were both writing theses and spent many many hours talking and swopping notes across the disciplines of pyschology and literature. After we graduated (Asta with a PhD) we continued to meet for the next decade or so, until she left town.)
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Beautiful, Mariss! I love the rich colours and fiery words! 🔥
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Thanks Helen. Appreciate your taking time to read and comment
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Perfect poem for this wonderful piece!
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Thank you so much
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OK, this is for sure one where the poem should be submitted with the quilt! I like it 🙂
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Thank you Mary
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