A Spider's Silk by Matthew ZangenThe sun shone through the mountain trees like the display lights on a garden sculpture,
and I was the ambling visitor wearing an orange wrist-band covered by my sweater.
Over a mound of splayed rocks rounded the path to a tree, holding a boulder for stability.
The light exposed a series of dotted silk lines pulling two twigs into shining arches.
My eyes were pulled delicately into the creation: a flat sail of spiraling precision
catching enough wind (and all that might flow with it), to bend slightly at the center
where rested what could only be its maker; compressed and anonymous;
tucked in early for the winter; poised to spring but placid in its pristine purpose.
I slid through it to continue in my persons way when I was tangled.
Not an insects inch a way, a separate twig was bowed, but closer still another,
And yet anotherrandom talons of a claw in which was clenched an invisible cage
and I, tied into it. I saw now the guts of my capture: a tangle of indiscriminate
trip-wires flayed sideways and diagonally in this menacing altar of sacrifice
at which stood proudly the priest of the Sundays ceremony in venomous green garb;
already prepared for an open season; perched sanctimoniously in his looming intent.
He lifted above to claim his shaking prize,
eight eyes grinning down at his captives surprise.
09/20/2004 Author's Note: Workshop poem (something seen).
Posted on 09/21/2004 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 09/21/04 at 06:34 AM Oh I enjoyed this immensely. Captivated by the vivid description of a magnificent natural scene.
|
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/05/06 at 09:53 AM Matthew, this is amazing the way you pull the readers through the poem and entangle them in a web of intrigue, only to pounce on them with metaphorical changes in th elast few stanzas. I love to watch spiders.
~Chelle~ |
|