Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Red (for Basil)

Grandpa in his navy blue
three-piece
suit and claret
tie taught us his made up
word
Transmugliforcandanbumshamity

In leather slippers and ruby
robe, he entertained
grandchildren with tales sung in a
baritone about whales
making love on their
knees.  Seated on the tall shag
carpet at his
feet, we giggled because
whales have
tails and we were too
young to understand
sex

But we knew about
stories and Lawrence
Welk and the
bubble machine and
Love and any color’s all right
as long as it’s
red

© Hilary Clark, 6/4/14

See the quilt here.

Celtic Knot

Stained glass latticework
Weaves knots of
Love
Loyalty and
Friendship

The infinite cycle of life

Interdependent

Interconnected

We dance
Across the planes of
Mind
Body and
Spirit

© Hilary Clark, 5/28/14

See the quilt here.

The Wanderer

A lone wanderer
Stranded in the spaces of my heart
Knowing not yet
His identity or his purpose
In being there
Frantic spins of a wheel of fortune
Do not offer an answer
Or an escape
Minute investigations
Uncover no clues
His quest continues
Forever wondering
Who and what he is
Others have offered the suggestion
That he is love
A short pause
Then he starts again
Shaking his head to dispel
Disturbing thoughts
But a seed is planted
And may grow
Possibly leading him to the conclusion
Of his journey
And the identification of his soul.

© Hilary Clark, 1985