Arachnophobia
 

mine the shuttle's intricate minerving
yours the letters tumbling from their flight
mine the pagewings delicately curving
yours the scattered promises of light

mine the sheets and dreamers interleaving
yours the blackout of the daytime sky
mine the loom where poets learn their weaving
yours the blankness in your reader's eye

you know the brightest threads were cast for you
I am the one who woke them from their sleep
these words that cross your path from right to left
you watch the shifting shapes fade into view
I am the one who stole them from your keep
mortals spun in history's weave and weft

  

Arachnophilia
 

 

yours the shuttle's colourless maneuvring
mine the letters leaping into flight
yours the pages linear and unswerving
mine the blazing continents of light

yours the dreamers lost in dreamless grieving
mine the flashing of the bluescreen sky
yours the poets' tapestries unweaving
mine the radiance in my lover's eye

you watch the shifting shapes fade into view
I am the one who woke them from their sleep
mortals spun in history's weave and weft
you know the brightest threads were cast for you
I am the one who stole them from your keep
these words that cross your path from right to left

© Helen Sword 2009