After the Black and White Quilt Show
A crow lifted from a sycamore. (It wasn't a real crow.)
It carried my life in its mouth and flew north to the snow.
When the rain stopped, the knotweed flourished: A rose is a weed
in a cornfield, a black wing reminded (a thought flying low).
Most quilters slip their name in someplace, often in a corner row
where it can't be easily spotted, except by those who know
real quilting. Last night I ripped it apart, Love Knot 2 (underneath
Cupid's Bow). Puzzlement in the seams. Patchwork we needed to sew.
I liked the embroidered pieces best, sunflowers and peonies
satin-stitched in black, sharps and flats—off-key, show-
y flowers. Any long love is blind-stitched mystery—
your smile was a packet of forget-me-nots I knew I could grow.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt is a former Wallace Stegner Fellow and the author of The Fortunate Islands (Marick Press), eight previous small press collections and the online chapbook, Season of Change (Mudlark No. 46). Her work has appeared in many anthologies and both in print and online journals at home and abroad. She is also an exhibiting visual artist. For more information, please visit her website at www.susankelly-dewitt.com.