Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by former Maine poet laureate Betsy Sholl. The poem originally appeared in “The Cafe Review.”
Elegy With Spiders
For Michael Macklin
By Betsy Sholl
Six months after you died, spiders fill the field,
gleaming in early sun,
having spun all night their bright God’s-eyes,
those faceted gems, airy prisms
beaming the day’s first light from stalk to stalk —
which soon the farmer will plow under, yes,
and three rowdy shepherds will tear through
like hell hounds wanting to be fed,
but still these spiders turn night’s fog
on their glittery looms, making
and remaking — as you would have said —
casting lines through invisible air.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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