It has been awhile since I posted a poem--and I just had 4 poems of mine published at the wonderfully cool, online journal Escape Into Life. Since it's an online journal, they can do neat things with images, and my poems are paired with wonderful fabric art. Go here to see the feature.
The poem below is part of that series. Longtime readers of this blog may remember that I included some of these stanzas in this post about the God of the rough drafts.
Long ago, at a Create in Me retreat, we talked about God the creator and the various Genesis stories and what they mean for our own creative processes. And this poem emerged shortly thereafter.
When God Switched Fabrics
On the third day, God switched
fabrics. At first, God had followed
respectfully the lessons of the elders:
which fabrics could be used,
which fabrics couldn’t go together,
which decorative objects were suitable.
God stuck to the established patterns:
Flying Geese, Star of Bethlehem, and Log Cabin.
But on the third day, God declared,
“Enough.” God created the universe
with leftover scraps of velvet,
silk, leather, and denim. God stitched
it all tightly together with ribbon and lace.
When God created foliage,
God decided to design new patterns.
Even the elders exclaimed over God’s
When God began the creation of the animals,
God discovered the dimensions offered
by fabric dyes. God played with pigments
and new patterns appeared.
By the time God created humans,
God claimed the title of fabric artist.
God didn’t waste time
in the age-old debate of craft versus art.
God blazed new trails mixing fabric,
paint, clay, and metals to create
new forms yet again.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago