THE SPIDER AND THE BLADE by Jen Curry

Weightless swift unbridled thought.
Watch how candlelight is caught.
Sparks fly off from an empty blade.
Watch how a spider parades.
Two pairs of legs touch the grade.
The other two pairs, high in the air.
Acrobats are spinning spiders,
Weaving invisible webs of care.
Dream catcher spirals from intense affairs.
Today I seductively watched.
That locomotive hydraulic thought.
Like spiders they move methodically a lot.
Pulsing hot, shades of blood red.
Black ballooning spider friend.
Sparked the blade; fed and bled.
Awakening nature’s intense cascade.
Starting, the wild wind horse to frantically play.
Shaping sharp ambers of fine clay.