Poem By Jerry E. Fletcher
Its me, full-blown in madness redefined.
Warped in mind, weft unfinished, gotta get
the selvedge sewn before i'm unravelled.
Get your needle out-tapestry, not sharps
please. Blunt needle pricks I can take
but not sharp points bringing blood.
Stitch me gently, blanket first to hold the edge.
How about a few satin to give back some feeling smooth
and a few french knots to make me prettier still.
No cross stitch, such a waste of thread...well, maybe
a herringbone or two to cover space. And please, put
that rug hook away...got too many big holes in my fabric anyway.
Get me patched and pretty, tapestry for the wall.
Hang near the entry, conversation for all.
Old and dirty stories told by wrinkles and folds.