Dawn Webs
A poem about finding relevance in a turbulant world, family and loved ones
and claiming your place in it all.
(with loose reference to various cosmologies worldwide which speak of Mother Spider)
There’s a dark night ahead.
But,
while the light remains…
I‘ll host a banquet in your honour
and sit you head of table
Then,
help you to your rest
when indigo descends.
The pull is on the web,
but while these legs still walk
I’ll fold you all in in caring kindness
roll you up securely…
Almost smother you,
in love.
Life’s just a passing shadow,
a hiccup to infinity
or fleeting sigh in Fortune’s ear.
I need to nail our permanence
to something that will linger
Place stamp upon the future.
Reverberate in un-dreamt dreams.
Give wings,
to rising souls
to access heaven, or infant hearts
to soothe and bless.
My words must be indelible,
my interactions meaningful.
Till Greater Sun shall take me
Mother Spider’s
always spinning.
Alison Stormwolf
A superb poem Alison, I loved the total meaningfullness ( is that a word? ) behind every line, especially taken with ‘a hiccup to infinity’ though, that’s brilliant. Sue xx
Thanks Sue, glad you liked it. 🙂
Alison x
I seem to remember the title from some time ago Alison. Beautifully expressed as ever.
Val xx
Yes, an older one. When I wrote it, I had no idea how it would go down 😉
Alison x
Lovely poem and one many will easily identify with…Leila x
Hi Leila,
Thanks so much. I wondered if people would get it. In the first instance speaking about my mother, as I want to honour her before indigo descends. Then the wrapping up by legs (all 8 of them) but not to devour them, to protect them.
From the time I was an infant, my abiding desire was to leave something.
I pretty much cocked up but hopefully a poem or two will do. 😉
Alison xx