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Pattern
a poem about a pattern
Sep 13, 2019
The pattern is as intricate
as any tapestry woven
by one Celtic woman waiting
for the battle to end,
her hands pulling the threads
into mazes of colors and figures
of unicorns and dazed-faced knights,
lacking perspective as the scenes lengthen
across the frame until they unfurl to the floor,
where the dogs lie quiet and watch.
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Copyright 1995 Marguerite Floyd all rights reserved
This poem first appeared in the Gabriel Gallery, 1995
