Revision II - Geolycosa

Sat, 10/16/2021 - 14:46 -- woila




Biding in the burrows dark

beneath the mouldy leaves; 

the dank and dreary soil


I laid writhing,

watching the twinkling

daylights and moonlights

dancing on a string

a drifting visitor had laid.


And from the corner I saw

Thumbelina’s smiling spirit

lying in wait,

just emerging from my tepid, shining shell

retreating once more

to a soil I’d find in another burrow.


In each silken strand,

I saw a mirror of turning time

Foretelling in my eyes: a thousand more cavernous dewdrops,

clinging, quivering, to silk of mine,

held tenderly by nimble hands.


First I’d gone to tug off more old skin 

longing to redress in dew;

I left it to curl where I’d stand.

Now I’d pull in the string inside the web

pricking an outstretched, limbering limb, 

as a thumb on an unthimbled hand.


Where the web was snugged it turned into dust, and in vain 

I tucked it to me.

 An artful vision, lost to dark

wherein I’d gone and done it again.


Even so, I needn’t sight to weave it.

Should I have to spin it from the dust 

and salt of the earth,


I’ve got more web.



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