april is poetry month

Poems are the wool ends

Poems are the wool ends
which stuff the small crafts
the pincushions and the dolls.

They are the fabric leftovers
of jeans, taffeta dresses
Christmas aprons
and a daughter’s fluorescent play suit
pieced into a quilt.

They are the tiles of a life –
smell of breakfast cinnamon buns
notes of “Pomp and Circumstance”
the womb-wrap
of mother’s arms
arranged in a mosaic.

They are all those accessories
one’s house doesn’t really need
but would be soul-less
without them.

© 2007 - Violet Nesdoly (Family Reunion)

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April is poetry month! Whatever kind of poetry you enjoy, treat yourself to lots of it this month.

The photograph is one of the poems that hangs on my kitchen wall. It was made by my very crafty sister Bea.