‘Web of Protetion
She spins her last thread
to catch dinner.
A perfect rose of delicacy
to fool an hours’ old bug
a trap to ensnare in a house
aware of the deal made
hundreds of years ago.
When the grandmothers
made promises
human to spider
baby and web.
Published by River
The heart of a poet
and the eyes of an artist.
As I glide with stumbled steps
visions stir my muses
in rhythms of creative flow
words match strokes
canvases fill as stanzas build
needs and dreams fulfill
I share my voice with you.
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