Love is web ~

What large, dark hands are those at the window

Lifted, grasping in the yellow light

Which makes its way through the curtain web

At my heart tonight?

Ah, only the leaves!

So leave me at rest,

In the west I see a redness come

Over the evening’s burning breast

For now, the pain is numb.

The woodbine creeps abroad Calling low to her lover:

The sunlit flirt who all the day

Has poised above her lips in play

And stolen kisses, shallow and gay Of dalliance, now has gone away

She woos the moth with her sweet, low word,

And when above her his broad wings hover

Then her bright breast she will uncover

And yield her honey-drop to her lover.

Into the yellow, evening glow

Saunters a man from the farm below,

Leans, and looks in at the low-built shed

Where hangs the swallow’s marriage bed.

The bird lies warm against the wall.

She glances quick her startled eyes

Towards him, then she turns away

Her small head, making warm display

Of red upon the throat. Her terrors sway

Her out of the nest’s warm, busy ball,

Whose plaintive cries start-up as she flies

In one blue stoop from out the sties

Into the evening’s empty hall.

Oh, water-hen, beside the rushes

Hide your quaint, unfading blushes,

Still your quick tail, and lie as dead,

Till the distance covers his dangerous tread.

The rabbit presses back her ears,

Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes

And crouches low: then with wild spring

Spurts from the terror of the oncoming

To be choked back, the wire ring

Her frantic effort throttling:

Piteous brown ball of quivering fears!

Ah soon in his large, hard hands she dies And swings all loose to the swing of his walk.

Yet calm and kindly are his eyes

And ready to open in brown surprise

Should I not answer to his talk

Or should he my tears surmise.

I hear his hand on the latch, and rise from my chair

Watching the door open: he flashes bare

His strong teeth in a smile, and flashes his eyes

In a smile like triumph upon me; then careless-wise

He flings the rabbit soft on the table board

And comes towards me: ah, the uplifted sword

Of his hand against my bosom, and oh, the broad

Blade of his hand that raises my face to applaud

His coming: he raises my face to him

And caresses my mouth with his fingers, smelling grim

Of the rabbit’s fur!

God, I am caught in a snare!

I know not what fine wire is round my throat,

I only know I let him finger there

My pulse of life, letting his nose like a stoat

Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood:

And down his mouth comes to my mouth, and down

His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood

Upon my mind: his mouth meets mine, and a flood

Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown

Within him, die, and find death good.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

2 replies on “Love is web ~”

Love from God in our ❤️ is eternal and walking the path of righteousness is one of the most difficult and we can learn from creation and the spider who reaps and spins its web daily without difficulty Amen

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