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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - A cradle of time

A cradle of time


M A Heathcote

Vexed; widow spider
Lazing on your Ida
Don’t point your index
Or behave as if you’re
Not nearer_
Too being, found.

How, unobtrusively
_do you sleep?
Might I knock you?
Off your perch..!
And spirit you away_
Till naught of you
Can ever be found_
_ Suspended_ off the ground.

Oh, in who’s pinched?
_Cradled hours_
Might you
_one day, leap
All dewy_ dismembered
In the winds vespers
Too Keep.

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