Her fragile faith a silvered thing. Woven in dark hours, filled with breathless, whispered singing. A crooning sweet string of notes. Brailled on her skin, her tongue, her feet. Her fingers knitted together. Her brow a furrow of concentration. If she just believed, if she just believed. And the dark wind stirred her hair, raised gooseflesh on her arms. And still she hummed and sang. Afraid and shivering, but singing still. Until the spiders came, soft and grey. To help her build her silvered thing. Their calm kind eyes filled with spider tears. Spider dreams trailing silk and hope. Weaving legs whispering spider song. ‘Til her ears were filled with tenderness. And she could sleep again. Wrapped in fragile silvered wishes.
Silver
01 Thursday Mar 2012
Posted in *aimless wanderings*
Spider silk is not as fragile as we sometimes think…in fact it is ten times stronger than a steel strand the same diameter… In ancient times its properties as a binder and antibiotic made if valuable packing for wounds…
and it is beautiful, I love it when it carries the morning dew. I have tried many times to capture the amazing rainbow it makes when the sun catches it just right when the webs hang high in the woods. One of my posts has a couple of those pictures… http://healingmagichands.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/morning-walk/
Be well, Dolce.
I’ve heard that…that spider silk is stronger than steel. See, I knew I was working with an interesting metaphor. Ironically, I’m not fond of spiders. But there they were, spinning out of the ends of my fingers.
somehow you make spiders sound kindly and benevolent
I think I was channelling Charlotte from Charlotte’s web. She’s the nicest spider I know.
who’d have thought i’d ever be cheering for the spiders… but if they rebuild the faith? Go, Spiders! GO!
Only the kind ones. Who write ‘incredible’ in your corner
These obviously aren’t the sort of spiders that I step on so they won’t bite me and kill me. Now I feel guilty for making their calm kind eyes fill with spider tears.
That’s the problem with being a spider. Being so misunderstood.
You have a way with words. It’s beautiful and sad at the same time.
Oh, HQ. Thank you. I was feeling a bit sad, but all woven in with beauty and hope. So I’m glad that came through too. YAY!