Elephants and Spiders
In a black lacquered box of heirlooms,
In a black lacquered box of heirlooms,
Amongst baubles and loosened beads,
And the gentle recollections of a lifetime,
I was permitted to choose -
And digging amongst the mountain of tangled chains
And digging amongst the mountain of tangled chains
Broken clasps and earring backs
I turned my attention to the elephants -
Elephants of pink and white and green
Elephants of pink and white and green
Elephants on chains and pins and rings
Elephants of acceptance
Elephants of persistence
Elephants of a common existence.
And there below,
And there below,
Cast alone with gold legs and green stone -
No obvious beauty in
The modern sensibility,
A spider of creativity
A spider of creativity
A spider of eccentricity
A spider of nonconformity
A spider of soft soliloquy
A spider weaving webs of destiny -
I chose the spider, grandmother,
I chose the spider, grandmother,
I chose the spider.
~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006
~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006
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