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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Web The finest gossamer of silk Hangs still in frosty air A complicated web she weaves No rest from her despair So beautiful the patterns there And soon the sun to shine The butterfly that hovers near Too close another shrine And so she waits light touch on thread What prize may come this day The spring will bring the Mayflies soon Perhaps to come her way A sleep so deep or so it seems But never venture near A worker toils in pollen fields There is no time for fear Like infants wrapped in blankets tight Her web to spin round you And rising dread with failing light Your days were far too few Once peacock blue your wings so fine To flutter in the breeze Your mate now just a distant dream This web your time to freeze A rising dawn and thoughts forlorn The sun to chase the night No struggle now within the web Just spirit to take flight Perchance cobweb are fairies there Or things of darker shade Yet somewhere near a chrysalis hangs And hope will never fade |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I like the way you mix the beauty and the lost-ness. And then the chrysalis shows hope is still here. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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