Mother

From the collection of “Bodily Observations”

The egg sac of a Golden Orb Weaver

Is crafted from stained glass window panes

And blanketed in an amber quilt.

The hammock dangles from a barn truss,

Cradling a ball of two thousand legs 

Until they pour out of their brass shell

Like gunpowder.

They have never known mother,

Who hung that vacant portrait.

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Hello Criator. Been leafing through your work, getting a feel for your sensibilities. have chosen to post my review here.
this is a very well-crafted, thoughtful piece. I assume it's about spiders, certainly, that's where my mind settled when considering the literal meaning. I really enjoyed the metaphors you have chosen to accent the story being told. the opening line "the egg sac of a Golden Orb Weaver" is unique, and evocative. as is the image of two thousand legs.
I be back to check again in the future I'm sure

Ken e