I want to shift my shape and stalk
across a jeweled dew-dropped web
spinning a spiral tunnel as I walk
all corners anchored firm to fight the ebb
and push of errant breeze or stormy blow
snug against all tricks Fate might deliver.
When it’s finished I will back on tip-toe
down my chute, stop to sever silken thread
curb my hunger patiently, crouch in a
waiting trance, anticipating nothing.
I rely on heaven-sent sweet manna.
Some hasty flighty creature on the wing
will bumble in my net and stick there fast
to offer me refreshment and repast.
©2000 Christine Irving
Advertisements
I have been singing since I can remember.
One of the things that I used to do when I was a child, was sing directly into spider webs.
It was so interesting to watch a spider search every strand, looking for that tasty thing that was vibrating within its web. No matter how hard or how long they searched, no spider ever found it. The “thing” that was shaking their webs was vibration itself!
LikeLike