Returning to Bead

After a long absence from any serious beading while I finish my folio for The Hagley Writers Institute, I finally returned to the table to create. I made this necklace, a simple embellished band in Patawatomi Stitch. The dip of my needle into the bead dish and sparkle of crystal gave me great joy! I collect all sorts of things that eventually find a place in a finished piece of art or jewelry. I knew I was missing my stash of pretty things when I wrote a poem about them.

Unruly Collections

I’ve got a brass tap

that has a plump breast.

it’s sudden breath

a bird in my hand.  

Webster’s glasses

slips down its nose.

It illustrates croziers and comets,

mushrooms and mustard

on pages of dictionary-amber. 

 

Pulp fiction postcards

and vintage erotica pinups,

is where I sin.

A shrine of Singer sewing parts

is where I pray. 

Creatures of hinges and cogs

pulleys and keys

collect in corners,

mumble and peer,

watchful for fallen beads

they dart out and eat. 

Cigarette card butterflies

stir when I rattle

my sewing machine.

They collect pollen

from the poetry

stitched to my walls.

Marisa Cappetta