A Spun Illusion Poem by Malcolm Evison
A Spun Illusion
A few slender lines
of spider silk
stretch
between wild grasses
deflect
and tantalize
the sun’s beams –
like wingless dragonflies -
a plenitude of insects seems
to haunt the lines –
an intermittent
iridescent sheen
darts between threads
and blithely skips
along the spider’s
anchoring
(8 September 2006)
thought this was fabulous. well-spun write. avec your style, adjective use. Sus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is indeed well spun - a web of imagery! It is a truly delightfull poem to read and very well written, Steve