Spiders Thread

An abstract poem about a girl swinging on a spiders thread. Open to interpretation.

Spiders thread

Swinging on the spiders thread
I held onto the silk with a calloused hand
The tender wind caressed my hair
The branches of the tree swayed with my breathing
I lifted my legs and it creaked
I felt the mellow voices vibrate onto my hands
Above the abyss I swung and looked up to the sky for guidance
The blank skies stared down onto me
I closed my eyes with a warm smile
I swung on the thread all night
It was then that I felt at peace
It was the calm before the storm
The silk became taught and started to stretch
I looked into the endless tunnel below
I descended down quietly, not a soul present
And it snapped
And I fell

Author's Note

Interpretations? Criticism?

Reviews

[BoyKitsch]

Great job with the visuals but the story stalls. You use emotional words to describe how things feel to you, "abyss, mellow," but apart from these words it's hard to understand why you're there on the string. The end part was where I felt emotion, how you descend unafraid.
There's also an opportunity to play with time in this piece. You have calloused hands. You wait there another night, swinging. The spider's thread is snapping. Why have you waited. How did you get there. You are on a string about to fall so what pushed you down to the end of that rope?
This was fantastical and your imagination is rich. Look forwards to reading more.

[MADAM]

The string is more of a metaphor. It can be life itself, a problem or situation, or a loved one (etc etc) I generally wrote it a someone accepting death or something unknown, but it's open to interpretation and what you seem relatable^^)

[Kai Rollins]

Honestly....I felt lie falling gave the girl some peace. What's a more finite end than death ya kno? Or oblivion....whichever she fell into

[MADAM]

Ya^^) I tried to make it sound peaceful when she fell for the effect, like how you caught on:3