Prayer at Seventy
God of thresholds, guide
of souls between worlds,
have mercy on me
who when I asked you
if I could pass my last years
with less anxiety
changed me into a tiny spider
launching into the unknown
on a thread of gossamer
and when I begged you
to let me be a bigger
fiercer creature
into a polar bear
leaping between
melting ice flows.
by Vicky FEAVER, at "THE POETRY REVIEW", Volume 104:1, Spring 2014
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beverley said:
as of course ... female spiders eat their mates ;-) can you imagine ?
yuk ... I wonder if they have bones that choke ;-) hehehe oOo
what big eyes you have
and what big claws you have
whiskers and jaws you have
and furry too ;-) ;-)
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ah such deception by a female ;-))) hehe oOo
the link 4 U Armando:
the link Armando: www.nationaltrust.org.uk/hidcote
Armando Taborda replied to beverley:
kiss
beverley replied to Armando Taborda:
they are my achillies heel ;-) oOo
kiss
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Christel Ehretsmann said:
I love those tiny little jumping beasts
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