Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

Of Tapestries Not Yet Made

The whispering trees

Shed some leaves

Upon a wind that blew

To a castle door

A message for the Summer Queen

Of tapestries not yet made

Or the reason for

 

The Summer Queen

Gathered every single leaf

Blew a kiss to the whispering trees

Closed a Castle door

Took the Great Winding Stair

To her chamber

To begin  ….

The Great Forest Tapestries

 

Leaves of every colour

Every shade

Of bark and bough

Through the seasons

Of tapestries not yet made

 

The Summer Queen

Touched all the leaves

They came from one tree

In all its’ life

As a seed

Sapling

Mature

Tall and green

To the end

As an autumn leaf

Gold and brown 

  

The leaves were carefully laid

In a basin of jewelled bronze

A trees’ life in colour and shade

For a Summer Queen to make

Of tapestries not yet made

 

 

Trees of magic never die

They live on tapestries

A soft leaf

Texture of bark

To be seen in the galleries

 

In shades of green

A forest within the Castle walls

Soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches unseen

 

You felt the power 

Of a tree

A soft leaf

Texture of bark

Most of all

Its’ heart

In a tapestry not yet made

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L'Nass Shango May 3, 2009 at 6:46 PM Matthew, your craft tells of your mastery ... this poem is so fresh and rare in delicacy and yet paradoxically powerful. Love it.