Mourn Tapestry
The icons are falling
As idols are rising
Perhaps for their gifts
Being spared coming rifts
For the poets we grieve
Are of this fabric's weave
They are this tapestry
The fibre of our society
And they have marked us so indelibly
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment