52 Weeks of Printmaking on Textiles: Week 38

Poetry: The Soul

Poetry is a huge part of my artist's books.  When you remove the binding, the illustrations, the sewing, the colors, the textiles, the layers of texture, there is the soul -- the poems.

 Here is the poem that appears in the book Goats:

Green wetland, hot tempered and feisty

Your rugged terrain we roam

Forty moonless nights

Sparks of hope guide us

Befor the serpents, you were paradise

Dragonflies rejoiced in your beauty

Monkeys basked in your luxury

Lions learned from your courage

A thousand shades of green was your kingdom

Wet wasteland, with your burning air

We inhale suffering, our bellies bloat

Billy goats don't eat roots

Our children's last tears make

your morning dew

          - Suzanne Coley