A Cobweb
Ankle deep in mud. Banging into cobwebs but no harm done.
Thinking of ripping wellies off quickly. Twiddling toes whilst deciding.
Digging in the garden- Worms move swiftly-Sinking.
Spiders drawing a line to get somewhere else.
“Why do spiders live in cobwebs unaccompanied?”- I ask.
Spiders ditched by a satellite connection.
Feathers falling- Breaking their homes.
Two noble people branded by the one person, but unsure which one to be.
Maybe a balance between the two is needed to pull away.
A drole love taken both ways.
Cobwebs forcing thoughts into refinement.
An acceptance contracted- ‘that both have to stay. Pathetic really?’
Swimming into spirituality- Brings alignment-
The other side of me pushes that away though.
Tears outlast drops diluted by rain.
Left deserted in a shell. A vent, a passage, that not one quite understands.
Stuck in an unscrambled lonesome channel, I neither hate nor love.
A line drawn across a room, an outset that people invade.
People crossing to encourage movement.
Answers under rocks that are too heavy to lift, without Gods help.
Question marks repurposed. Republished. Engraved on hollow boxes.
A cobweb stuck in two corners. A beefed-out body extended too far!
It’s not possible to be in two corners at the one time, is it?
Somebody will open the door someday-
Walk straight into me- Breaking my home into two.
“Can two personalities remain in one body?”
Maybe one needs to escape from the other.
Like precipitation falling from ice pellets or like sleet forming from snow.
“Time to detach a cobweb from one corner of the room.”
Claire Sinnott 