Sticky
that first call alerts him,
eight legs run to the cot,
threads stream behind,
silken, the best he's got
each year they tighten,
vibrations excite more,
never stops watching,
repairs those that tore
escaping is impossible,
your destiny unfurling,
a decade like a second,
years like nets whirling
this one will never age
anymore than his web,
th...
Saturday 17th April 2021 10:37 am
April Collage Poem: Threads
Thread-bear walks away, brave and curious
Travelling down a road
Knowing nothing about time and space
Happiness of the hangman, as
the Death Row fly is executed.
Silken threads, falling heart strings
There is death in crowns and crones, in the tender air
We are always cutting threads - or weaving them.
I slipped on folded paper that has more than pa...
Tuesday 10th April 2018 12:39 pm
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