Original poetry is featured in some textiles, capturing the essence of a subject, providing an emotional layering to works. Some textiles are snippets identifying an experience ('These are the things that make me feel full' and 'A spirit untamed'). And some extracts provide titles, setting the scene ('The buzzing of bees' and 'Skeletal frames').
Poetry is hand embroidered in silk threads and wool, providing additional texture and colour.
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Standing proud, little jewels adorn the washing line, waiting for me to set them free. They leap and twirl like acrobats of the high trapeze. Silver threads catch every bit of light that comes my way, and I hear them giggle in anticipation of the day.
The hunt for brightly patterned eggs and church bands parading throughout South Shields, with banners high and trumpets loud. So it was in my day.
As vivid and refreshing now as Mam's homemade lemonade.
PASTRIES FOLDED HIGH TO RISE
The buzzing of bees and a lazy bluebottle hum a distant tune as sunshine sparkles and glints its way into every single room.
Best china sits in regal splendour 'mongst a thick perfume as, pink cheeked with oven heat, we take our seats to feast upon the delights of a lovely afternoon.
I MISS THE LIVELY HEARING AIDS
The throng of family to a child is indeed a most wonderful thing.
I miss the lively hearing aids, busy pinnies serving homemade bakes. Wispy chins of a bygone age. Lipsticks chattering, high-pitched squeals. Bottom drawers, precious things.
White tablecloths, handmade, decorative lace. Linen napkins to be placed. Silverware adorning a table laid. Crystal jugs housing milk and cream. Perfumed roses holding centre stage.
The ticking of time as we embrace the auld folks of Shields.
THE BUZZING OF BEES (snippets from PASTRIES FOLDED HIGH TO RISE)
The buzzing of bees
And a lazy bluebottle
Hum a distant tune
As sunshine sparkles
And glints its way
Into every single room.
Take on the shape of old bones,
Brittle and cold.