Tapestry
The picture on the wall of a tapestry,
that is hanging there for everyone to see.
Beauty in the colors woven from edge to edge,
trying to tell the story that is captured so free.
This picture hanging on the wall is made for you and me,
by commemorating an older reminiscence of richly hung scene.
Observe the paintings done by masters of each scene,
fine colors of woven pigment preserved without dishonor.
Frayed around the edges, faded to less than new,
never losing its pre-conceived artistic al view.
The looms of time have woven their landscaped venue,
telling of huntsmen, of horses, of ladies dressed anew.
Tapestry, old with molding and tattered age,
covering a darkened hall in bared and worn thread.
Copied, a robust relief perfected by a weaver,
dyed colors, from an eastern rainbow pallet's stead.
No telling what one can eventually conceive,
by looking at the softly woven colored hue.
Hung at one time to keep out the cold and breeze,
now adorns the walls of a masters hidden milieu.
Copyright © Sharon Fallis | Year Posted 2005
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