shadows edge flush along the side
of day, post sentries that abide
within the holes where secrets hide
when sun falls sudden into night
colors retreat to black and white,
orbiting like a satellite,
a rippled undulating tide
unlike a dream which speaks in signs,
eidola plot their own decline–
they vanish in between the lines,
a hushed wake of penumbral glide
Grace at dVerse introduced us to a new poetry form: Zéjel. In my recent cleaning mode, I discovered the strange embroidery pictured above, and decided to compose a verse to accompany it.
I stitched this piece as an assignment for a class I took about 15 years ago–we were trying out new stitches. I can’t remember what inspired this design, nor can I figure out now how I produced some of these stitches. I may have kept notes about it, but I haven’t discovered them yet. But I have many boxes still to go through…
I found this poetic form to be a challenge, and I’m not sure I’m done tweaking what I wrote. But I do think its strangeness is a good match for the art.
K. 
The art is heavenly.
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Another sort of in-between, and seasonal, too. Your words and the stitching photos go together.
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Thanks Merril. I do seem to be channeling October.
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😀
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I love these lines, Kerfe: when sun falls sudden into night
colors retreat to black and white, – wonderful!
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Thanks Robbie.
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Luv your poem and amazing stitchery
Thanks for droppkng by to read mine
Much💖love
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Thanks Gillena.
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Amazing stitches! Your words go very well with it.
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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I can see butterflies every which way in your stitches. I can see why you’d be inspired to write to the sampler you created so long ago. I like the way your poem turned out describing it.
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Thanks Jade. It turned up at just the right time.
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You’re welcome. I can’t imagine trying to sew something like that.
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That was a good class. Where I first learned you could stitch on paper. Maybe some of my other assignments will turn up too.
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love both your stitching and the poem, my fav of yours so far … you did well with the rhyme and made me check out 2 new words!
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Thanks Kate. I’m glad you liked it.
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sure do ..
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Love the art stitches – a black and white beauty. And your words matched it – maybe it speaks in signs and this line:
a hushed wake of penumbral glide.
Thanks for joining in. Have a good weekend.
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Thanks Grace. You too.
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Words to ponder outside of the art. Be sure to extend my thanks to the artist. 😉
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I will. Thanks Ken.
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Kerfe,
Beautiful, the projection of the penumbral and the eidola “between the lines”! Loved it, the art and the Zejel.
pax,
dora
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Thanks Dora. So much of life seems to travel between the lines.
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That is one inspiring piece of art. Lovely poem!
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Thanks!
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A wonderful job weaving the form, Kerfe!
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Thanks Ingrid.
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I especially loved the shifting from colors to black and white. So seasonal, and after the rush of autumn color we will shift into this.
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Before we know it. Thanks, Bjorn.
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It is an odd piece. I’d have called it Fishwife and Fish. Your poem is good too. The rhythm keeps it tight. I like ‘when sun falls sudden into night’ a line that could go off in so many different directions.
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Thanks Jane. I think this form is worth holding on to.
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Yes, it seems like one of those formal poems without too many rules, just the basic, rhythm and rhyme. I’ll give it a try too.
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