I’m a textile artist, craft teacher, song writer/poet and short story writer. Trying to encourage everyone to take the time to nurture your inner child or self by doing something creative with your hands, mouth or feet. Learning and/or practicing a creative skill gives the brain a much needed rest from stress, depression, pain and even addition, To that end I’m running embroidery workshops atwww.misfitted.co.uk for details.
Picture Triggered Memory.
I remember that coat.
I wore that to the park
The day cousin Vera took this photo.
I twiddled the green and yellow
Threads of my life when Rema
Shouted at Daddy.
I chewed at them and meshed
Them together the way I always did
When Mommy raised her voice at Dad.
I drew the threads together
To begin a colourful twist.
My hands stung at the smack,
For the hole in my coat I didn’t see.
Yes it was cold that day
When I tried to do up the buttons with mittened hands.
I noticed another three threads of pain
In my coat I could twist together later,
When they argued long after
I was put to bed.
Sometimes I would cut the fur off Teddy
And Dolly the sheep and mesh
With the candlewick colours.
Creating patterns that made sense,
That sang to me of Dr. Bird’s arms
Hovvering like guardian angel wings.
There’s a penny to John for doing the dishes,
A penny to Jim for doing his chores.
A penny to Michael for milking the cows,
And two penny ha’pennies to Jill that’s done more –
Than her fare share of spitting and polishing,
Her fare share of gath’ring the fleece,
Her fare share of cooking and feeding
And combing and hollering at boys that will tease!
Bitter sweet, my sweet …