Apologising to spiders
A web is flung in airy places,
lines tossed to the wind;
I have broken these silken, silver cords
in the garden and the bush.
In rooms where Rumplestiltskin weaves
I find myself a clumsy giant:
muttering, pulling sticky threads,
apologising to spiders.
Stamping down a sandy trail
I did not see your castle loom;
your fancy citadel of dreams
is torn and clinging to my hair.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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