Bonnie Goodfellow
Quilt with poetry triptych

Left like cut-off kites, in ground surrounded swirls of blooded barb wire endings.

I.From blue gum heat to
sea of ice-ground graves: wash’d souls
left in furrowed holes
II.Frayed at the edges.
Aimed, framed at the heart, from
the start, to grave’s end.
III.KnitArt or WordArt?
What came first? The knitting or
the verse? Do we care?