PadraicPrincess
03/28/07, 12:50 PM
Hello, I had to write this one for class, the requirements an extended metaphor.
The intricate lace, twined with patterns,
Delicate and soft, the creation of skilled hands.
But look closer now; it is fraying at the edges.
Closer still, the craftwork is loosening,
The fine white is fading away, listless into gray.
All but one tug would do it, the lace would unfurl.
The time, the effort, the progress would vanish,
And lo and behold the tangled confusion to remain:
The lines astray, the beauty turned inanimate,
The hands will die; the path will be forgotten with no renewal.
The intricate lace, twined with patterns,
Delicate and soft, the creation of skilled hands.
But look closer now; it is fraying at the edges.
Closer still, the craftwork is loosening,
The fine white is fading away, listless into gray.
All but one tug would do it, the lace would unfurl.
The time, the effort, the progress would vanish,
And lo and behold the tangled confusion to remain:
The lines astray, the beauty turned inanimate,
The hands will die; the path will be forgotten with no renewal.