Dew Spiders

A droplet of water
Suspended from a leaf
Swelling pendulously
Is brimming with reflections
Dark and light.
Last nights spider webs
Are laced in moisture
And adorn every bush, tree and crop of grass
The spiders have been busy.
Your eyelids open slowly
As if emerging from sleep
You notice something has changed.
There is more scope, more expanse,
more landscape in the world behind your eyes.
There is no doubt about it, you're growing.
You wriggle your fingers and toes very slowly
as if to fully fill them with new dimensionality.
Next your attention turns to the webs.
Some are as circular as they are symmetrical,
others are spiky and extending long threads out
to span and connect larger distances.
A frog leaps over your foot
but otherwise the world is still
beneath a close mist that guards all sight.

Written: 30 Aug 2016

Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-01-06 at 00:40

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Loved the imagery. Nicely crafted poem. Reminded me of a time one sunrise morning, kayaking in a stream lined with tall grasses with hundreds of dew sparkled spider webs. Enjoyed your poem. gsv

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very strange, delightful poem.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the images and flow of words in all your poems. I particularly enjoy this poem, the images of nature, light and dark, movement and stillness are wonderful.

"A frog leaps over your foot
but otherwise the world is still"

is exactly what I mean, I like this very much.