The spider and the moon ...

Looking out the bedroom window, late one afternoon, I saw a spider, on the other side of the glass - 

She hung, like an insouciant murderess, on her silver ropes, high above the limitless garden - 

In the attic, there were ancient spider cities - 

Old photographs lived their secret lives - 

Late that evening, I went outside - 

The moon came out from the clouds - 

Dew chilled my feet - 

I clung to my own ropes, my pen in my hand, songs still be sung like apricots in my mouth - 

23.30

Monday August 31 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke