Imaginary Garden

Margaret invited us to write a poem inspired by artist "Maria Wolf of "Full Moon Fiber Art" is a fiber artist who lives on Bedlam Farm with her husband, writer John Katz.  I see no evidence she has written poems, but I was intrigued when I saw her "My Visual Poems" on her blog header.  I find them to be mini journeys (sometimes a bit surreal), snippets of images and sounds linked together offering impressions.  All inspire and celebrate Maria's artistic view of the world - whether it is creating from found objects or just enjoying the land, the seasons."

Thank you Margaret~    I so enjoyed viewing Maria's visual poetry.  I hope you all like what I created- inspired by Maria~        Thank you Maria~  Go here if you would like to see Maria's visual poems.   You can also find inspiration at Maria's blog, Full Moon Fiber Arts!

“Hope Blooming” 

©Maria Wolf  

Margaret invited us to write a poem inspired by artist Maria Wolf's videos.

Threading Light

Lunar threads his needle with
pale silvered light

stuffing clouds n' threading blue quilt of day
twinkling stars smitten with his third eye

he caresses morning edges
patting his wife's shoulders

Soleil tickles me
her tendrils of light playing
'Follow the leader'
both teachers
sweep shadows
into my world

  
I follow Soleil's draped hair
it feathers an apple tree
spilling light in puddles
I cast my eye into day
First feed the clucking, bleating,  n'
whimpering
I sweep the shadows 

follow Soleil's hands

wind hugs me

 drying morning dew from

 heart clinging vines

Morning Glories trumpets Soleil's arrival

light pools on the wood pile

I follow
bouncing she leads me to

hay stacks n' red shadows

of the barn.

I gather geometry 

her offerings of daffodils

I hear wings fluttering by

chasing teacher's golden thread

my apprentice follows

smiling with her tail

inward my lips curl

embracing angles of

her tendrils cascading light

She surrenders the bloom of

day casting her veil over her head

to marry the night

their love scatters waves of violet n' blue

among ripples of red flames, orange glow and mauve

her liquid gold fingers embracing his

leaving a few Irish pennants

tossing a bouquet of Moonflowers

for us.

I follow the red threads

waving good-bye

waiting for tomorrow's 

Fibonacci Sequence

I will follow scattered swatches

bouncing light and sweep the shadows

 left on my fence, my terra cotta pots

time to stitch love

as I write their story.

© Ellen Wilson