A Poem Written about the Hoity Toity Houses Class-What a lovely gift on top of a wonderful week

The lovely quilt above was done by Susan who owns "Out of the Box" quilt shop in Alabama. And she was afraid she was over her head. Since she got an A+, I don't think she was. As with all Hoity Toity Houses, she will be adding things to the windows and doors and sky. A story that she will develop as she sews along. Hopefully she will send us a photo of the finished product for this blog.

The photo above is of Sam Butcher and myself. I met Sam in the diningroom and he commented that my clothes were bright. He told me he was from Maine and in the poetry class. I immediately took a liking to him because of his kind smile and the fact that all of the men in my family on both sides, were poets. Then Sam came to visit our wild workshop a couple of times and observed the color, the chattiness and laughter. Here is Sam's delightful poem. NOTE- Every poet likes to hear they have done their job well.

The first draft he had the word Extravaganza instead of Shivaree and I quite liked that because it sounded so wild. But he is the poet and I, only the reader. I loved this. If you like this poem, please comment. Sam has the link to this blog and will be checking.

Postcards from the Polyphonic
Technicolor Quilting Shivaree

Rows of piles of fabric bright,
red, fuchsia with green rings,
yellow with aqua dots, mauve.
Boxes of buttons, beads, bursts of light.

Ripples of voice careen about,
occasional words:
“Speaking of chocolate.”
“Migosh, look at that bird.”

Thrumm ahumm, tooka tooka
beedle beedle,
tooka tooka tooka
tug of thread, thrust of needle.

Colors sprouting on the wall,
stories of mothers, brothers,
boats and goats, a man with a sash,
a woman asking, “Need some of my stash?”

Sam Butcher