April is National Poetry Month, which I have been celebrating on my Big 7-0 Blog by posting poems every day. On a blog I read regularly was a mention and photo of poet Mark Strand and, of course, I recalled making this wall quilt, sewing on a few hundred star shaped sequins, and sending it to daughter, Leslie, who has hung it in the facility for handicapped adults at which she works. I have recently learned that one can purchase LED lights that can be used on quilts [they come with a little battery pack, as I understand]. I think that a few little lights would have been an interesting addition to this quilt. Maybe I should make another ... but I think I had enough sewing on of sequins to discourage me from trying it again.
Here is the poem [or I think the end of a longer poem]
And I stood in the moonlight valley watching the great starfields flash and flower in the wished for reaches of heaven. That's when I, the dog they call Spot, began to sing.
Yes, this is a quilt. I didn't make a note, but I believe it is by the well-known art quilter Barbara McKie and that the bears are thread painted. It seems very appropriate as winter set in around the county.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!