Fabric
August 2019
#128
Spin
The story of my life
White in the background
Black/Orange/White
The little stripes
They bring life to my soul
I smile when truth be told
The T-Shirts they bring
miracles of gold
My life, I love striped T-Shirts
They bring happiness, and joy,
And colour back into my world
They spin, but stay straight, in lines
Striped T-Shirts
You are my soul
And my goal...
(C)Josie Lawson 19/08/2019 All Rights Reserved
GROW
Wedding Dress Shopping
Softly flowing in a cascade of Ivory white
Blossoming in a wedding gown
A bodice in the contour of her
Fitting perfectly, then flatteringly,
Falling into a pool at her feet
Our eyes meet in a moment of clarity
Mother and daughter, caught in emotion
This is the one.
Jan Hedger
WOW
Go Go Cat
Fabric August 2019
Go Go Cat
Lick Ya Plate Clean
Go Cat Go
Lick ya Dish Clean
GoGo cat flick ya tail
Look at me
I am not Mean
Scratch my fabric
No ! Go Go cat
Outside Go cat Go
Tiffany Barton 15.08.2019
Constructive Fabric
It struck me to start writing
The story behind how my parents met
It was in the 2nd world war
In an ammunition’s factory
My father was a supervisor
My mother was 14 years younger
Both of age consent
She had travelled from Eire
Age 21 years I believe
And found herself in the factory
From what I understand
Each of their eyes found each others
And the spark of their romance
Was hidden to start with from the other
And they carried on with their important war work
From what I had been told of those days
This factory was in Birmingham
Gradually their romance blossomed
And the fabric of their friendship became a relationship
And one day in their own space of time
They slept through an an air raid...
They were lucky
Eventually they married in 1943
I was born 1948 their 2nd child
It was as I grew and began to understand
I realised dad had been a creative soul in many ways
I’ve always wondered if it was his side of the family
That helped nurture my creativity
I write, mainly poems
And the first poem of any length I wrote
Was a more in depth poem of my parents life
I was having problems then with my eyes
A friend was so amazed I wrote it
So without me knowing until a birthday of mine a year later
She cross stitched this poem very large
And placed in a frame....it took a year she said
And the size was because by then I was partially sighted
Both my parents have now passed
So the fabric of the 2nd world war
Blossomed their romance, they had 50 wedding anniversaries
and 3 children within their lives
Even though wars are events of the world unwanted
They can sometimes leave people with memories
To bring forward - from history - to the present day
(C) Josie Lawson 15/08/2019 All Rights Reserved
GROW
The Fabric Of My Being
Iridescent green encases my inner jewel
of life beginning – unsheathed
purple plumule and gold leaf – exposed
viable for germination.
Strands of molecule threads branching out
analysing atmosphere – unemotionally
fabric of forest floor – explored
for viability of womb.
Revere my embryonic complex
maze of concentric circles - uniquely
identical in equation – extremity
of viable endosperm.
Fish-shape on felted moss
diving streamlined – uniformly
placed by zephyr wind – exacting
viability of dispersal
Inner soul of spectrum greens in
allotment planting – undercover
camouflage stitches – exercised
by viable evolution.
Single cell at the core of my being
sprouting like fennel – unshaven
pre-primary root – exploring
viability of earth.
I am development potential of
Latin classification – unaffected
by social change – exemplary
a viable seed.
Footnote; This was from a textile exhibition workshop - The piece of embroidery I chose to write about was; A Viable Seed (the 'green piece'top left) by Lynn Mainwaring - it was part of a series of 3 on stages of seed development by this lady.
It spoke to me immediately, with its intricate needlework; of the amazing complexity within a seed pod and beginning of new life – as each stitch was placed to bring ‘creative life, to a blank canvas’.
I originally started with a ‘flowing style of writing’ but quickly realised how the piece was broken into compartments within the seed pod – so changed tack and compartmentalised my finished poem – The Fabric of my Being.
Jan Hedger
WOW