Tessa Ransford OBE, Hon.DUniv (Paisley), MA, Dip Ed
Poetry Practitioner and Adviser |
The Persian Carpet
The real gardens are in the heart ( Jalaludin Rumi) Dawn begins with a hymn, birds and clouds, music and flowers
Flowers are lavish jewels in the meadow to glint in sunbeams and dance
Deep-eyed deer and squirrels, from serpent to valiant steed
Rocks stand piled on rocks, top crazy, the many mansions of heaven
Medallions of lapis lazuli are hidden aquifers
Dark shadowy cypresses, willows weep and grieve
Water channels keep flowing however arid and barren the wind
Sevenfold walls of mud or stone protect from the King of Locusts
The first wall is our family - the second our teachers -
Roses may wither but poems endure - buildings decay and fall
In devotion we walk the line the square the dome the turret, the fountain
parveneh = butterflies Tessa Ransford
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