Spin some lines
across these panes
so when threads
are frosted, rain-dropped
I'll perceive something divine;
the unseen hand that guides
your silken labour
Am I being fanciful?
Is it only a trap,
a net for carcasses?
Why then such wonder
in the weave?
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt: Spin
It may just be a trap… but why such beauty spun?
exactly!
I love the double meaning we poets might find right there at the start: “spin these lines.” I love the ponderings here. Such beauty, and entrapment. 😉
thank you De and for this prompt- yes could not resist that first line 😉
I love spinning words, fanciful or as a trap. Though I detest spiders, I love the divine musings from the silken labour.
many thanks Grace for liking the lines though not the weaver
Great ode to a spider. Enjoyed every bit. 🙂
thank you Kitty – your spider spun a metaphor!
I love spiders’ webs, well, looking at them. One year a spider made a web covering the entire door to the laundry room and I walked into it.😱
Spiders’ webs are amazing. I love the wordplay and the question at the end.
thank you Merril – its such a great word to play with
You’re welcome, Laura! It is.
a net for carcasses……….that bitter taste was the trap….mystical, clever, a myriad of reasonings..unfinished business here, for this is part of a bigger story
yes Ain – part of the creation story! thank you for your thought-full feedback
Oh the words we weave and the spider’s web… beautifully done.
many thanks -am happy with this one as it practically wove itself
Good questions, Laura.
I like poetry as question, oftimes rhetorical!
Such an existential question:
“why then such wonder
in the weave”
Why, indeed?
Kudos for seeing and making me see such beauty in such a small thing. That’s a gift.
thank you for taking on the message – and seeing!
I believe in Spider Woman myself–all life has the urge to creation, to beauty. (K)
that is another way of looking at it – none can deny the beauty of those threads
Indeed not.
To a prompt, such a well spun web.
thank you Neil
If only all webs were so beautiful, our tall ceilings are festooned with the messy work of those long-legged, small bodied spiders… Great poem, Lara!
yes it is the garden version 😉
Sorry please forgive the typo…
There absolutely is wonder in the weave.
sorry that the spam catcher caught you in its web for no good reason
A beautifully spun poem 🕷️💕
thank you and for the visit
Beauty beware.
“are you talking to me?” 😉 thank you Paul
Ha, well now 🙂