Aranea II

[danny_]

this is the kind of poem i like. stuff like "trapper now the prey" and the visuals of it enduring all the time and weather. "dewy constellations" is a nice image. so much intimacy with what might otherwise be a mundane thing.

i was caught up a little at the end. i'm a little slow, though. but maybe i'm not the only one. so this line "the vow of nature, of impermanence, kept well." what's kept well, and how? why is it a vow? what does this mean? "whose eclipses shimmered there before
in cosmic orders, rotations… stripped bare,"

because i am really getting these visuals until around that part and then i'm just not seeing it as well. but again i'm more of a straight-forward kind of writer and reader.

keep it up!