Tangled up, M. Mair, original art

Tangled Up, Margaret Mair, original art

There are those times
You find yourself
All tangled up
In the threads that weave
Themselves into
And through your life
When the tapestry
You thought you knew
No longer hangs straight
Against the firm stone wall
But moves in waves
And sudden shivers
Stirred by a cold breeze
That snuck in the door
And wandered out the window
Before you knew it.
That’s when you saw
The colors ripple oddly
And screech inharmoniously
And you waited hopefully
For them to settle
And sing together

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

6 responses to “Tangled

  1. Nicely penned, Margaret.

  2. Yes indeed – unravelling happens when we least expect it. How fragile our hold on stability. On normalcy. Thank you for this.

  3. Brilliant, Margaret. Brilliant.

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