(scraps and velvet)

Lord, you wither me

My body scorched
like August grass
My mind less

even than that --
like a shadow on the hills
like one cloud passing

And where can I turn

Endless Lord, you wear the ocean
as a scarf
the wind as a ribbon
in your hair

The earth wears out
and you change it like an apron
like a quilt you shake
the patchwork stars

Endless, my days
are short -- Do not
cut them

My God of silks and scraps
of ticking and velvet
let me lean at your knees
as you hum over piecework

My God of the ragbag
with a needle in your mouth --


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Psalm 102

7 Comments

Erin said:

or, make that:

my ragbag God with a neddle in your mouth

Or does that sound negative (?) I changed the first draft’s “Lady of the ragbag” — which just draws too much attention to itself and overbalances the poem.

Eric said:

“let me lean at your knees” should that be “let me learn at your knees”?

Erin said:

er, no…. why?

Eric said:

Just that learn at your father’s knee is a more common image than lean at your father’s knee. But I guess lean works too; I can see the small child leaning against her father’s knee.

Erin said:

“learn at one’s father’s knee” isn’t an image at all, it’s what Orwell called a dying metaphor — an originally sensory, physical thing that doesn’t take the listener or the writer back to the physical anymore, that’s become just a turn of phrase.

I like “lean at your knee” because it is vividly sensory for me — I remember leaning at my grandmother’s knee when her lap was full of quilting. But I didn’t consider how close “lean” was to “learn,” and that might be a problem. I’ve already rejected something like “sit in your lap” because of the unfortuate sexual overtones.

Oh, and the divinity in this piece is more a mother figure than a father, surely? To me, the ribbon in the hair is girlish.

gavenagain said:

“lean at your knees” is intimate and I can take an implied “learn” — that’s my vote.

And before I read any of these posts I was going to tell you that, in context, this phrase “My God of the ragbag with a needle in your mouth —” fills me with wonder. I feel his mending and tearing and mending. I would not change a word of it.

I know you are not a Peterson fan and I respect that but you need to know that you bring a freshness that, while entirely different, puts me in mind of the freshness of the Message.

Erin said:

Thank you, Gaven. It means a lot to me that you like this… You are always so generous and genuine with your praise.

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