Wednesday, October 21, 2015

fragmentary notes from Fraederick Maypole (or perhaps simply a bad poem)

Not all goddesses were content to silently weave.
Not all great women take lightly the mock-justice of petty gods.

The Seven Armed Spinner in darkness.
Arachne?
too likely
Like a wolf with a trapped foot.
Ariadne?
accursed and escaped?
chewed free, small cost with 8 legs

seven-armed spinner in darkness
Geoffrey whispers from above
William waves in earnest glee
“Don’t you wish to be as happy as we?”

infinite fall, never drowned, always drowning
seethes and weaves and waits towards escape

7 by 7

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