When the Veil Is Autumn-Thinned

“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…” ~ Terry Pratchett. If you read me often, you might be tired of this quote. What can I say? I love it, believe it. So, you’ll probably see it again.

New York City’s soil is October cool under my feet. But the soul of your laughter and memories (of you and me dancing Caribbean wilds into the world) keeps the chill out of my toes. One oak drops crimsoned leaves next to sculptures music and I art-stepped into the dirt. “Graveyards are dead and dark,” you said to me once, “as hollow as forgotten bones and ashes are cold.” Perhaps, you didn’t say it like that, but your heart (as afraid of the dark as the rest of you was) might’ve had. I heard you, blood of mine. I hear you.

I don’t dance alone
when the Veil is autumn-thinned.
You sing in my bones,
where I keep you warm and bright,
alive through laughter and dance.

the wee notes…
– This is my last entry for October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017: Love Is Love Is Love… and Words. My 1st contribution was all about word-lust. This one is about my love for dance and memories of loved ones, and how the two can keep each other alive.
– Did you enter my Stitched October’s Heart-Bits Giveaway? If not, then you should.
– I’m also linking to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

see the complete handwritten piece on Facebook

“Love Is Love Is Love… and Words”, by Shelle Kennedy

A Stitched October’s Heart-Bits Giveaway

I took “Our Strange Creature”, some recycled coffee filters and paper, red and black thread, a needle, a pen, a handful of mirth, and stitched it into a 5-page book. I felt a blast of soothing yum as I wrote and ripped and eyeballed and stitched up my words. The result is rough—firsts often are. Still, if you win it, I hope you love it as I do.

The title is written on a coffee filter I never used. It was the runt of the pack, missing a chunk that kept it from being bathed by the brew. But… it gets to be art. So, all is good.

I was tired when I got to the last page. There was a wee bit of over-ripping, the thread twisted here and there… My exhaustion added character to the piece, methinks.

The pages are stitched together in the middle. The 3 strings are just fed through the center stitch. Tie them up to secure them… or remove them if you don’t want them.

I made a bookmark out of the blackout bit that partly inspired “Our Strange Creature”. But I’m not giving it away. I almost did. Then, my muse and greed and moi decided to keep it. But worry not, I’m replacing it with a stitched quote ready to frame. Once you win, fly over to my Instagram word-garden, look around, tell me which, and I’ll stitch.

Entering the giveaway is rather easy
– just leave a comment letting me know that you want the stitched poem and quote.

You’ll get extra entries, if…
– you are an October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly participant. Yes, you can still join in.
– you leave/left a comment on the original poem.
Three is a delicious number. So, a total of three possible entries feels just right.

If you are not a regular reader of my blog, if you don’t follow me on Facebook, haven’t liked my page, or we aren’t friends on Instagram, please make sure you add your email to the comment (I need to be able to contact you if you win).

This giveaway is open to anyone who can legally enter it. I will announce a winner on Tuesday, November 7th. Best of luck, my Wicked Luvs.

And the winner is… Dimitra. Congrats, dear lady!