A patchwork eden

 The women are washing curtains

And cutting out new shapes

Keeping out the cold

Until they make their great escapes

And I am in my room with

A scarf around my nape

Looking at the gloom with

A roll of sticky tape

Can I patch up my windows

Can I make a patch work quilt

And sew my images of Eden

Into everything I make?

A patchwork paradise made up

Of my own mistakes

A blanket to wrap myself in

When the cold comes 

When it threatens my life to take

And are these memories just a childhood fantasy

Or like Joseph and his dream coat

Will my dreams trump my mistakes?

I have to believe in the power of dreaming

And I'll sleep on it,

Under cover of life's roadmap I make