Dreaming

Written in July 2005

 

Spiders stalking, waiting, trapping, cunning and eerily patient
covering a tapestry of leaves and branches.
Dark widows with pouring red hourglasses
wolves leading their young on a hunt...
Eight legged elegant alien horrors --
if popular opinion were to be believed

Gossamer strands of silk muting the background with its sticky veil
lines of webbing stretching across the branches like skeletal sinew
The wind picks up, filling the webs with air, volume

Three branches drawn together like armbones,
connected by the silken bindings of the creatures crawling on its surface
The webbing constricts, and the branch-arm flexes,
its wrist rising off of the ground
a multitude of its residents, though ordinarily solitary killers,
mill as a mob of arachnids driven by an unknowable purpose.

The ballooning webs catch the caresses of the springtime sun,
reflecting a pale imitation of the pure light.
The spiders between the web-skin and the branch-bone obfuscated
hidden behind optical confusion
The light sparkles and plays across the the surface of the web
its undulations slow to a stop,
leaving a fleshed-out appearance of life around the branch of its upper arm

The web-formed arm flexes again as its spinning builders fashion a hand and shoulder for it.

The sunlight dances across the forest floor
and a breeze inspires the treetops to dance
a pale human form with pine-straw hair rises from the ground
its naked form still convulsing and shuddering as it gains locomotion

spider-born, spider-bearing.

Author's Note

I think in pictures, and sometimes they're moving faster than I can produce words to describe them.