Craig Leaf Poet Romanticism

The Great Attercop

Wandering the cobbled roads of Boston’s misty night
The stars spun like dew in spiders’ web glistening with delight
Low I came to a bridge, stone and fair and white
Over Charles’ river dark it reflected pale and bright

Looking off the bridge of stone, at the river ever changing
The starry night, the bridge of white, fragmented, rearranging   
As if under Charles' influence, every molecule trembled in its ebb
Which finally shook a sparkling star from night's illusive web

I watched the falling star dive, it dove with fiery might   
When a great shadowed beast sprung across the night
It could not escape the Attercop who fed with great delight
She who spins the starry night with four pair spindly legs
And month by month rolls the moon, her hanging sack of eggs
 
When the moon 'gins to wain her children descend and brightly sing 
Filling the night sky anew, with stars, which hang from silky string
And if her children attempt escape, to dart or flash away
She scoops them in ominous jaws, like crocodile's prey
Fear the Great Attercop in night, for dire is her sting
And on wandering children verdant, she is known to spring

Stay my child in your bed, sleep neat until the dawn  
For it is the flesh of infancy she feeds her offspring on

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com

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Helen The Poet September 15, 2011 at 8:12 AM It's really quite interesting I love it:) Craig Leaf February 8, 2017 at 12:21 AM THANK YOU for the comment, after Lost in Hindsight was published I studied with Walter Butts and finished a length collection, the first book was early poems from my teens. Pudding house was to pick it up CITY OF ARTIFICE i assume they never did, a selection of that Poem can be found in the inmann review somerville ma thank you very much for enjoying Craig Leaf February 7, 2017 at 11:50 PM THANK YOU for the comment, after Lost in Hindsight was published I studied with Walter Butts and finished a length collection, the first book was early poems from my teens. Pudding house was to pick it up CITY OF ARTIFICE i assume they never did, a selection of that Poem can be found in the inmann review somerville ma thank you very much for enjoying