Spider Spider, you and I are kin; Our deepest selves we both disburse. Your entrails into silk you spin, And I mine into verse. ~ Paul Scott Mowrer ~
Love the comparison of spinning silk and spinning verse!
It was such a nice surprise to come upon this poem!
Ooh, lovely. Entrails! Just right!
Just great, Diane. Robyn is right, it "is" to print and read again and again.
I did - print it out earlier to keep me company and revisit! I LOVE this poem - thanks for sharing, Diane!
Thanks, Ladies! Who knew entrails could be so meaningful outside of augury?
Love the comparison of spinning silk and spinning verse!
ReplyDeleteIt was such a nice surprise to come upon this poem!
ReplyDeleteOoh, lovely. Entrails! Just right!
ReplyDeleteJust great, Diane. Robyn is right, it "is" to print and read again and again.
ReplyDeleteI did - print it out earlier to keep me company and revisit! I LOVE this poem - thanks for sharing, Diane!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ladies! Who knew entrails could be so meaningful outside of augury?
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