sunset in Fremantle Australia

Gold in the clouds

How did a tapestry so carefully woven become so threadbare?

Each little stitch, unravelling.

Tarnished gold,

Rusted red,

Sun bleached blue,

The image lost, in tatters.

And now with the last tug on the merest thread,

Rip the whole to shreds.

Take a new frame and stretch the warp

Weave a new dream.


25 thoughts on “Unravelled

    • So sorry not to reply to your lovely message. It is a wonderful thing to hear and I need someone looking out for me at the moment. I will be erratic for a while as I deal with some major changes in my life but writing helps, as do the kind wishes of my friends out there. Every best wish to you! 🙂

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    • Thanks so much for your encouragement and kindness (as always) Sorry to have been so erratic but I am dealing with some major issues at the moment and hope to get back on track soon. Friends and writing are both great helps. Best wishes for the year. 🙂

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