Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

The Great Forest Tapestry

In a basin of jewelled bronze

The leaves lay

Many colours

Of many shades

To become a tapestry

Trees never die

They are forever made

 

A soft wind blew

Gentle on the leaves

The Queen took them

Kissed them too

Made many

Threads spun

Magical weaves

The trees have begun

 

Upon the cloth

A mighty tree grew

In shades of green

Of soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches, seen

 

The trunk grew strong and tall

Of threads spun

Texture of bark

I can hear its’ heart

The first of many

The trees have begun

  

Branches reached out to play

Touching the sky

The joy

To see how it grew

Everyday

 

The leaves from the basin

Of jewelled bronze

 Carried by the summer queen

With a soft kiss….

One by one

They were blown onto the tapestry

The leaves multiplied

Faeries darted back and forth

Sewed each one

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The tree has begun

 

The heart of the tree

Could be heard

Very softly sighing

The first of many

Upon a tapestry

Where leaves were laid

Branches reached out

Touching the sky

That a Queen made

 

To a castle door

Leaves were left

Memories of suns

and seasons

For trees never die

Of threads spun

Woven magic

The trees have begun

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