I read twenty John Le Carré spy stories while I made this quilt.
The contrast of the greyness of the spy world was balanced by the oranges and
pinks of this embroidered quilt. I attach a poem to most quilts. Here is the poem for Gipsy:
I was seven or maybe eight
when I went with my father
to see the drifting gipsies.
My memories are a jumble
of clothes-pins and tinkered
kettles, stolen apples in our
pockets and a strange excitement
that I didn't yet recognize.
Something still lingers of that
day; clear as a Fall morning
snatched from right and wrong;
and that's the feel of my small
hand in his as we walked together,
each seeking, in our own way,
an imagined freedom,
through the laden orchards
to their campsite.