A few slender lines <br />of spider silk <br /> <br />stretch <br />between wild grasses <br /> <br />deflect <br />and tantalize <br />the sun’s beams – <br /> <br />like wingless dragonflies - <br />a plenitude of insects seems <br />to haunt the lines – <br /> <br />an intermittent <br />iridescent sheen <br /> <br />darts between threads <br />and blithely skips <br /> <br />along the spider’s <br />anchoring <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> (8 September 2006)<br /><br />Malcolm Evison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spun-illusion/
