Thinking back on ages when I was angry,
Spinning anger in webs...
Catching my reflection in bits of
Shattered dew,
Thinking how funny my thousand eyes
Shone
And how sad it was that they saw...
How horribly, greedily, they drank in the
Poison of
Sight.
Catching my reflection and watching it
Beat veined wings
Against the crystal threads of my home,
My anger,
Spun from my body and sticky with
Millions of years
Of feeling nothing
As soft eyes closed...
What day was it when the first dry
Wings fell to the ground, betraying me
To the trusting things as
Predator...
What day was it when the butterflies,
The kind, lovely beings, ceased their
Visits, and
Cursed my
Sight...
If, by spinning, I could empty
My belly of anger,
I would web the stars...
Then stalk the highest corners of
Eternity...
Crawling on my belly into
The House of God.
Published by Gryphon, University of South Florida
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arachne-full-version/
