There are people
who
I love to hate
that live inside my heart
They thread me
in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark
To make my world
a
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon
And stitch the flame
of
tangled fire
—unwoven in my loom
(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)
Was the petite faerie truly caught or was was staying in the web her choice?
The curious puffed up spider hesitated upon seeing her in his web.
Her face reflected an anticipation, not a bit of fear.
As if she was waiting to commune and exchange pleasantries.
Cream haired faerie turned, sensing the creature’s footsteps.
This is the most exquisite web work I have ever observed, she whispered.
Can you please teach me how?
The spider moved closer,
recognizing the awe and reverence of another weaver.
A dream weaver, like himself.
He decided to keep her.
There was much teaching to be done.
weaver’s
spindle fulls the cloth
teasel
Note: Scottish thistles were once used by weavers as spindles.
Shakespeare’s Bottom is a weaver,
Spider is a weaver,
Weaver bird is a weaver
Nature and God are interwoven for ever.
Threads are woven into sarees
Wool is knitted as sweaters,
Bamboo is braided as baskets,
Marvels of creators.
Each strand gets life by a weaver,
Ornate twine blooms from beaver,
Artefacts add more colour in the life,
Outfits get glove fit in the life.
Weavers are bearers; weavers are savers;
Weavers are like busy bees
Hands and fingers toil to give us honey.
God is a weaver with a string
Puppets sing/dance and plait
As the weavers hand do might
Move off, if the string do stop
God can make us hop, drop and stop.
Orb weavers begin with a single thread,
And then spins an orb of silk so fine.
A wondrous intricate design is weaved,
Resembling wheels with spokes throughout.
A spider's prey in sticky threads,
Twisting and turning to free itself.
To no avail, it's stuck within.
An exquisite web not only for food,
Effective at catching dewdrops too.
Strung like beads on bejeweled silken threads,
Glistening like diamonds, reflecting its light.
I'm a girlie girl you see,
Detesting all crawly things.
But one cannot, should not pass by
These amazing dew drop weaves.
An inspiration for a jewelry maker,
Wouldn't you agree?
Observe, if you would,
These orb weavers' creations
Tucked away in your garden
Or perhaps in your shed.