Spider Sestina

Cherry

By well-wisher

Thu, 22 Dec 2016
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I see a web a spider's weaving
and, hanging on that silken web
are, bound up, little creatures, living
from whom the lifelight slowly ebbs
but their spider mother is not grieving
as she tucks them tightly into bed.
 
And, as I lie on this grassy bed
and think of Natures wondrous weaving,
for lifeless flies I feel no grieving
for they are threads in Natures web
tied to the tide that flows and ebbs;
the sea of life made from the living.
 
And without death life can't keep living
souls wake while others go to bed;
souls flood lifes shore as each soul ebbs
out; spider nature keeps on weaving;
new threads repair holes in her web.
Why should I feel the pangs of grieving?
 
No I will waste no time with grieving
but be part of this web of living;
a shining thread in this wondrous web
and will not weep when its time for bed.
I'll struggle on like that Spider weaving
though youth, from my heart, slowly ebbs.
 
For though the bright sun slowly ebbs
and skies turn ebony theres no grieving;
a, new day, sun legs will start weaving
when the sun crawls like a creature living
skyward and squats on its cloudy bed;
the hills and fields and woods its web.
 
Even the stars are a glistening web;
new stars are lit when old light ebbs;
the starry sky that babes in bed
gaze at in wonder, not with grieving;
feeling inside the light of living
while by their side, mother sits weaving.
 
Envoi:
 
Why be caught in a web of grieving?
Time quickly ebbs so spend life living;
don't mope in bed but, dreams, start weaving.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Comments

Submitted by thornwood on

This poem is really good. I like the structure and sentiments.

Stephen d

Submitted by well-wisher on

Thank you, Steve.

My sister was telling me about the poet Elizabeth Bishop who wrote Sestinas and so I thought I'd give it a try. It's a bit like weaving with words so I decided to write about a spider weaving a web.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by well-wisher on

Thanks, Bear.

The actual writing of the poem didn't take long but it took a few days for me to find the right 'end words'. Also I have a tip for anyone thinking of trying to write a Sestina. When you write the first stanza, mark the lines of that stanza A,B,C,D,E and F because that makes it alot easier to keep track of which 'end word' goes where in the following stanzas. 

Glad you liked it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by celticman on

nicely done. sounds like too much work for me, or I'd be a grieveing and not weaving.