… where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise.
Informed about the choices—
the mainstay o’ adulthood—
we often smother voices;
in good stead they have stood.
Grapple with, analyse
a destination grim:
a web of intrigue; lies
which we quote verbatim.
Some opportunities
present itself to us
with practicalities.
We often wish to cuss,
but many chances missed
in pursuit of prize.
Where ignorance is bliss,
‘tis folly to be wise.
The quote is from the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
This is an example of gnomic poetry.
Frosty crystals cling to silken threads
The once perfect geometry sags with unexpected weight
Dawn's warm rays cast a pale glow across the scene
The glittering pattern holds a moment of fascination
Before the beauty destroys itself
A SPIDER'S WEB
A spider's web of intrigue
intricate, thin and fine.
Silken threads of gossamer,
a perfect design every time.
A spider cares not where
She spins or even clings.
Whether a humble cottage
or in palaces of kings.
A spider's net is fragile,
but strong to its prey,
caught in the tender trap,
it can never get away.
A spider weaves its web,
spinning throughout the night
Toiling away silently,
weaves a veil of delight.
A spider's web of intrigue,
intricate thin and fine.
Silken threads of gossamer,
a perfect design every time.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2013
To write to ensnare
to weave a web of intrigue
is it for one’s self?
I’d rather be the devil
than steal true loves innocence.
© Harry J Horsman 2013