Once more to still the maelstrom

Blow out the light
Rise from your knees
With whispered thoughts

Until the mending comes undone
And simplicity
To reveal kaleidoscope colour
With threads intertwined and entangled
And confusion
On shadowy tendrils
From as yet unfathomed

Again bend
Calmly descend
And light the lamp
Once more to still the maelstrom.


Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more... https://www.instagram.com/learningtolovethesilence/

9 thoughts on “Once more to still the maelstrom”

  1. I couldn’t help but think of putting a baby down. Just when you think it’s finally gone to sleep and you creep out of the room it wakes and goes off again. Seriously though, the whole of that second stanza is gorgeous, the coloured threads flying, the weaving coming undone…lovely.

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    1. Weaving, threads, cloth and the like appear to be on my mind at the moment, which is peculiar and deserves some more investigation; there may be something trying to get out?
      I agree with the analogy with putting a baby down completely…it reminds me of when my daughter was young, there was a ‘nightingale floorboard’ outside her bedroom which never failed to sing as I crept past when I sas sure she was asleep!


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