she knits a crochet in early dusk light
entangled with threads silver, dangling
between pillars near our window
how from deep silence, a dome expands
like laced doily thickening its pattern...
i watch a female spider extend her limbs
to connect the dots: waves of frame
now thick in fiber, shimmering
through a moonlit breeze;
her hunchbacked mound circles around
while near dawning approaches...
and my mind wonders of her need
to spin more rows in puffs
of hours, sewing and binding
a delicate blanket made from loops;
somehow, i know what makes
her hurry... as time wheezes,
silken mother props her bed
upon new day's request
when egg sacs, her young, peep out
toward a gently crocheted, wet earth.
Along Came A Spider Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Poet: nette onclaud