MENDED HEART
My heart is stitched and
patched with tender threads
pieces of
worn silk,
cotton,
denim,
satin
and calico –
oddly cut shapes of
practical love
that repair
the wounds of my soul-flesh heart.
I remember
hues the yellow of the sun,
black of the darkness,
purpled passion,
blue of a baby’s first view,
neutral of a gritty shore,
green reflecting envy
in the red of blood,
brown as heavy
stalks of ripening grain,
silver of old hair and
golden dreams.
I believe
in the fabric
of tangled love
and color
as the world
coils into
black and white
around me.
– Coastal Crone