Arachnophilia

After window washers clean the canvas
a storm sweeps through and all the plans this
crew devised make way for the artist’s loom.
Busy all night under the lighted gloom

her web shines under the porch bright, the glow
illuminates her spinning deft weft throws.
Oh, lucky chance that wakes and drives me out
of heartache to gape. She dances through doubt.

My worries ludicrous, now embracing
feeling intense grief once stifled, facing
the dirty place yesterday sanctified
opens emotion’s space I have denied.

Inspired by: Dirty, Emotion, Ludicrous and Declarations of Love to a busy spider who drew me out of my tangled dreams. Also the deer, eagle, kingfisher and ducks who visited just before I hit publish. Thank you, messengers of love, asking me to be more present.

Featured image: As if the lake knows these are my final days, every morning is a beautiful water color, fleeting, intense, delightful reward for the early riser.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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