(This Life) Part 2: Webs

Gold cherry

By bhi

Wed, 01 Dec 2021
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9 comments
 

 

Soft rain last night, (not the pebbles  

From my monsooned youth which shattered

upon the flat roofs and guttered

into the open drains, faeces,

of men and beasts, slipping down alleys,

the churning stench hanging long

in the air, drenched into the soil)

its drops caught in the spiders’ webs,

glittering cities built in the night,

threads cast from stem to stem catching

the morning light steaming past trees,

tall, cloud edged, branches still green leafed.

 

We watch, the dogs and I, entranced,

these jewelled orbs perfectly balanced,

the slight breeze not disturbing,

the coiled spider at ease,

sheltered, waiting for the sun’s beam,

and we are drawn into the pulse,

the earth’s susurration beating

through the grass, the silk, into our flesh,

fostering rebirth after rebirth,

each momentous life captured,

shadows of shadows reflected,

delicate arteries quivering

as the church bells peal a quarter to,

and we, pulled from our reverie,

are drawn onto another thread,

and moved.

Certificate 15
Poem
On the Theme of IS

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

"...the earth's sussuration beating through the grass.."

Such beautiful phrasing, of course. Nicely done, bhi.

 

Submitted by bhi on

Paul, My apologies for this appallingly late reply, but my aging aerchitecture is being casually dismantled and incapacitated by the play of time. Often it seems that my hands and eyes are longer mine to command....but i digress. Your reading and commenting are very much appreciated. Bhi 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

in fierce contrast. A poem I will enjoy coming back to.

Best

L xx

 

 

Submitted by bhi on

L, see ,my reply to Paul; it seems that time is catching up fast with me and I am at its mercy. Thank you for reading. Bhi

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"drops caught in the spiders’ webs,

glittering cities built in the night,

threads cast from stem to stem catching

the morning light "

"these jewelled orbs perfectly balanced"

"waiting for the sun’s beam,

and we are drawn into the pulse,

the earth’s susurration beating

through the grass, the silk, into our flesh"

 

I love how you make the spider web like a portal? They always seem powerful, worrying things to me, the evidence of brilliant engineering not human. Your use of "entranced" seemed to have two meanings, not just the spell bound, but also of entrance meaning 'way in', so you went into another time, or awareness of time, of lives in time,  through the spider web.

and then strands of time are like threads of web, our lives joined in the structure strung between events like trees

the more I read this the more depth I find :0)

 

Submitted by bhi on

Di, you always amaze me with your perceptive reading. Apologies for my tardy reply, but I have been somewhat incapacitated. Bhi

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I was worried you had not written for a while, am very glad if you are better now

 

Submitted by Ewan on

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Submitted by bhi on

Ewan, I appreciate the pick. Thank you.