Weavers

Weavers of the dark

When Arachne descends

In Luna's realm,

The weavers set to work.

Dying bulbs weave shadows

Timid spiders weave silks

My living twin weaves words--

Those subdued weavers weave

Weave beauty,more beauty,

Ecstatic and engrossed

Till morning glory comes

And sets them ablaze.

Author's Note

A strange kind of peace pervades after everyone retires for the night........few hours of frozen futility of life

Reviews

[Zainab UF]

The parallel to weaving works excellently! Great job on the poem, and I loved the Greek/Roman mythology references as well.

Keep up the good work! :)

[Transience]

thank you so much.

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. wow ... this is an intricate word-weave, dear poet ... each image is beautifully done ... the transition from one image to the next is almost seamless ... the author's note is as poetic as the main post ... and, i swear brevity is trying to get close to you ... so is alliteration :P ...

[Transience]

your sweet words are inflating my ego me........add some tang to it,will ya?brevity is taking baby steps,not that i mind....am not an easy person after all :D

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. i'll try ... i'll try ... lol ! ... :P ...