short story
october night
red lantern
our picnic
because you left
nature isn't clean
sewing in sadness
fantasy art






If sewing connects us with our sadness,
no wonder women have been so sad.
Stitch after stitch they reconnect
fabrics, piece together
those hanging on a tense, frayed thread.

Women quiet, by the hearth & fire,
or alone with a lamp by their beds,
are sewing pillows, coats, shirtsleeves,
mending socks,
are sewing quietly, day after day
pulling needle through fabric and back again,
sewing illusions for their heads.

© 1990 - 2003 Katharina Woodworth

fantasy art