Tapestries

Spin me a new world,
a fresh plain
from golden thread
that weaves through
spindled fingers
under a firm brow
and a loving heart.

Mould me a new day,
in a new time
from deepest clay
encouraged
with gentle palms
coated in pearly drops
between the wisest oak.

Weave me a new soul,
a fresh heart
from ancient tapestries
of red, gold and green.
With the wisest eyes
and thimbled tips.
Sew the old lessons in.

Published by R.T

Brit born and Canada bound, I run On Tuesdays, my poetry blog where I write weekly(ish) poems.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: