Eve's Embroideries
My mother was an embroiderer and I never imagined that I would firstly take it up and secondly love it so much.
I have spent late afternoons and evenings absorbed in this rich seeding experience in Autumn and Winter especially. It has felt like crafting a prayer with each stitch.
I have spent late afternoons and evenings absorbed in this rich seeding experience in Autumn and Winter especially. It has felt like crafting a prayer with each stitch.
"Sweet Lady, bless each stitch!
Dreamfed and imagewatered!
Bridie mantlecast new vision!
Heartwarmth and breezeblown,
yellow brimstone,
Hang-current buzzards gifting presence.
Earth-cloaked , Mystery- hooded,
treasure deep within emerging.
Owlwise, bloodgone woman
speaks soulseasons,
to remember the weave, to remember the weave.
Sometimes knotted, tangled, torn
But always weft woven through warp; ours and yours, mine and hers
different strands, colours, textures.
The song known, half known,
ebbing, flowing
haunting waves like old lullaby
echoing, echoing
coalsying fragments
mending, mending
Regenerating rhythms
of nature’s tides. "
Dreamfed and imagewatered!
Bridie mantlecast new vision!
Heartwarmth and breezeblown,
yellow brimstone,
Hang-current buzzards gifting presence.
Earth-cloaked , Mystery- hooded,
treasure deep within emerging.
Owlwise, bloodgone woman
speaks soulseasons,
to remember the weave, to remember the weave.
Sometimes knotted, tangled, torn
But always weft woven through warp; ours and yours, mine and hers
different strands, colours, textures.
The song known, half known,
ebbing, flowing
haunting waves like old lullaby
echoing, echoing
coalsying fragments
mending, mending
Regenerating rhythms
of nature’s tides. "
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