Web of words

To the Greeks weaving was an allegory, of the art of poetry

Ovid's poetry reviled, by Augustus who had him exiled

Arachne mortal weaver sublime, hubris was her crime

So her art to scuttle, Athena beat her with her shuttle

Following the game the dame hung herself in shame

With pity Athena eyed her, then turned her into a spider

Cobwebs cling to me, lingering threads of what used to be

Memories broken pulled away glisten in the light of day

Strands once woven with care, fragments sticky tickle of despair

Pieces of what once was home now floating in air do roam

Hairs grown and cut, where happy life on eight legs did strut

Spun webs of lost communication now fall in trailing separation

Once a glistening pattern of lies, now swept, empty truth catches no flies

In sticky silk memories caught, lie my words under dust forgot

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"Sorry, I'm not home again, I'm walking into spiderwebs" Gwen Stephanie and No Doubt

"O what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive" from Marmion by Sir Walter Scott

If deception is a web to be caught in then the liar is a spider and it's victim; a fly. "Who make a man an offender by a word, And lay a snare for him... And turn aside the just by empty words." Isaiah 29:21 I believe we should walk in the early light when the dew of morning still clings to the web, revealing every trap before us. It's not so difficult to avoid a thing we know is there. This was a "catchy" read. I enjoyed. F.

[Dylan Macadham]

Really enjoyed this Word history, Soren. And, yes, words, mightier than the sword, shape our history, and certainly right now!