On Friday, May 7, on the front page of the New York Times this photograph of the oil spill caught my eye. I cut the picture out and pinned it to my bulletin board. Every day since I've looked at it, amazed at its beauty, horrified by what it depicts. I knew that eventually I'd base a journal quilt on that photo.
I've assembled the quilt, but it is unfinished. I've not sewn down the appliques. It's not been "sandwiched" with the batting and backing. It's not been quilted. But since I am leaving day after tomorrow for Arkansas, I wanted to get it posted and will eventually post an update. Unable to sleep last night, I worked on it then. Earlier in the day, thinking about how I was going to construct the quilt, I made up a poem based on it. So, first the quilt; then the poem.
Here is my poem:
Oil Spill: Vale/Veil of Tears
She weeps, Mother Earth—
She weeps for the birds of the air
And the fish of the sea.
Mother Earth cries for the
Men who can no longer go down to the sea in ships
To cast their nets.
She weeps for the white sands, now dark with sludge.
From afar this spill of oil is beautiful—
Its colors, the colors of a sunset.