Webs Around Our Fingers

A Poem By Bernadette // 4/20/2011

 

We wrapped the webs around our fingers

Early when we couldn’t see

We saw the moon hanging like a thimble 

Hanging on three fine threads 

 

Twice we watched with amber eyes 

Four wintry faces all aglow

The silver bower peering over

To watch the spider finely carven   

 

Winds came harkening in the night

Past the cold in candle’s light

Nigh it came with chill breath blowing

Nearer to our shelter place

 

And the spider wove in silver

Cloths to warm are slender forms

We sang a song to cheer us

To heal the pain that wrung us   

 

Nigh the moon would come sailing by

To greet us in the pale streaked sky

Where the dewdrop glistened like a pearl

A looking glass to watch the moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

I really love this. It sounds

I really love this. It sounds like a lullaby.

Anna | Thu, 04/21/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It's so... mysterious! Wow! 

It's so... mysterious! Wow! 

Marlene E. Schuler | Thu, 04/21/2011

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I love this, with all the

I love this, with all the spider-ness... Great imagery, too.

Hannah W. | Thu, 04/21/2011

Mysterious and delightful.

I enjoyed reading this, Bernadette. I loved the paths I found my thoughts taking as I read it. It gave a unique kind of enjoyment. Thank you for sharing.

Mary | Fri, 04/22/2011

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

elegant...

This is a very elegant peice! I love it! I love the play of the words....

Elizabeth | Sat, 04/23/2011

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

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