Bad Company – A Poem

Fear sends out spiders
not knowing where they will spin
their webs
stronger than despair
sticking faster than rumour
more permanent than infamy

Stay in the honest air
away from 
me, myself mine-shafts
deep, dark pitifuls
basements and belfries
of well nursed injury

Even the owl is not safe
in the abandoned shed
skin worn secret store
at the bottom of the vine garden

entangled-wise
in all that depends
unseen, unsaid
watching the start

of it's own web
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  1. Oh, Panda. I hate spiders (except in my garden) but so love to use their webs as imagery. This is so dark, so wonderfully deep. It seems like a warning, but the warning itself is presented in words with an irresistible draw.

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