Spiders in the house

There were spiders in the house 

And the closed windows cast white orange and yellow lights in the halls.

Like a will o the wisp in the attic

The shadows scatter blue light upon the webs above my bed.

Some people despise spiders, but they don't understand them.

Men love to stomp the feminine
Women swat them with a shoe in hand

Their own protectors-
Casting nets of stars
Yet we toss them out

Creatures of the divine feminine . . .

Yet we flush them out!

Boredom and solitude with little to console the heart

The mind begins to devise symbols

And in this bitter isolation

We come to understand

The symbols of the spider

And unwork them in our heads.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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