What the Spider Said
I sing my own song
gargle gossamer into being.
My webs brush your leg
when you least expect me.
I signify neglect
hidden, forgotten corners.
The universe is made of patterns.
I secrete one
I keep a pantry
provisions hermetically sealed.
I sail on wind and whisker
scrabbling my own lines.
I taught fishers to make nets
and how to knit.
My hunting and my art:
two parts of the same puzzle.
Oh! This.
Greetings —
I edit Forgotten Ground Regained (https://alliteration.net), a website devoted to modern English alliterative verse. I recently came across “White Owl Irruption” in new Crops from Old Fields, and am wondering whether you’ve written any other alliterative verse? I’m compiling an index of published authors and would like to make sure it’s accurate.