Poetic License 4-18-14

Unclutter your writing time. Simply write down what you hear.


“The Spider” 

The Fate Weaver

moves across blackened letters

on a plaque

feeling for a place to spin.

Traveling the word love,

it drops a filmy dragline,

spins a pattern out of itself

so exquisite that once again

the gods are angry.


Mary Louise Cox, Poet Laureate of the Town and Village of Mamaroneck