Arachne...(Full Version) * Poem by elysabeth faslund
Arachne...(Full Version) *
Thinking back on ages when I was angry,
Spinning anger in webs...
Catching my reflection in bits of
Shattered dew,
Thinking how funny my thousand eyes
Shone
And how sad it was that they saw...
How horribly, greedily, they drank in the
Poison of
Sight.
Catching my reflection and watching it
Beat veined wings
Against the crystal threads of my home,
My anger,
Spun from my body and sticky with
Millions of years
Of feeling nothing
As soft eyes closed...
What day was it when the first dry
Wings fell to the ground, betraying me
To the trusting things as
Predator...
What day was it when the butterflies,
The kind, lovely beings, ceased their
Visits, and
Cursed my
Sight...
If, by spinning, I could empty
My belly of anger,
I would web the stars...
Then stalk the highest corners of
Eternity...
Crawling on my belly into
The House of God.
Published by Gryphon, University of South Florida
You weave your words with the skill of Arachne herself and offer the reader her story, her torment and the ongoing need for the redemption of a soul condemned to a hideous body with its thousand eyes. Your images are always original and you say just enough to inspire the reader's own imagination. Brilliant disturbing work. love, Allie xxxx
Has there ever been a more beautiful line than 'I would web the stars.'? A gorgeous poem. Best wishes, aaa
Yes, Elyzabeth Faslund. This is the real deal. This is what I saw in your work when you first appeared on this site. The imagery is powerful, convincingly unsettling, and the emotional intensity expressed fits exactly. The sweep is broad and yet deep. It's intricately woven and it's spikey in its realism! The thinking is coherent and penetrating, and all in all this is a superb example of your work EF. xx jim
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The poem's title, taken from Greek mythology, is eye catching. The text is smooth and fine, like gossamer. 'Spinning anger in webs... Catching my reflection in bits of Shattered dew, Thinking how funny my thousand eyes Shone' - These lines are awesome! The last stanza is truly the icing on the cake!