Archive for July 24th, 2022

Sunday, 24 July 2022

Orb Weaver by Jennifer K. Sweeney

I’m particular as an eye,
unwritten as a lament,
teeth in my net,
I sing in circles a rare
Labyrinth, sheath,
water laces me
into being.
I am the cold
morning light halved
like relief.
Sculpture and silence.
Isinglass, air—
all matter
comes from me, the wind
unspools milk
from the pods,
it strips the palms bare,
but cage, cage,
I hold a little
pocket of gravity, I hold
rainbow-quick, the rope
and swallow.


Date: 2022

By: Jennifer K. Sweeney (19??- )