Angela Lisle Poet Epitaph

Spider, Web, Sun and Light

As the morning light came through a crack in the curtains, 
it illuminated the fine thread of the spider’s web.

A spider, not wanting to be conspicuous,
remained in the shadow of the curtain – 
ready to devour any unsuspecting fly caught in its web.

All that was caught in the web at that moment in time 
was light – 
web, light.
 
Separately translucent,
in tandem – 
a wondrous prism.

Who would think that light from the sun,
an entity just as carnivorous as a hungry spider,
consuming all that gets too close;
could produce anything as miraculous as a prismatic spectra of colour - 
when caught in a web.

What could compare but the spider’s web itself?

Light envelops everything that’s caught it its rays,
just as the spider envelops everything that’s caught in its web.

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