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by Liisa Carberry   Mar 11, 2008


I stumbled on a web today,
In a place forbidden to me,
And though I knew I shouldn't be there,
I stayed to watch and see.

The Creature who calls this place home,
Went on about his day,
Never stopping to look at me,
Just weaving his web in a mysterious way.

The time went by so very fast,
Before I recognized my fate,
For when finally I turned to leave,
I found we were face to face.

The web he wove was all around,
And bound me to my seat,
The Deep Green Pools within his eyes,
Willing me to admit defeat.

I tried and tried to struggle free,
His web just wouldn't let go,
Terror coursed right through my veins,
As he gazed so easily into my soul.

Somehow he knew me deep inside,
Although we had never met,
Through time and space and things unknown,
Our lives had crossed and meshed.

As he took my face within his palms,
My fears dissolved right there,
He made my look as deep as he,
To see the bond we share.

For a while the world was paused,
His touch was all I knew,
He took me places so far away,
And showed me things so few.

We soared with no one knowing,
Our secret locked inside,
Knowing if we let it go,
It would fracture the hands of time.

When we came back to ourselves,
Our one small moment passed,
He set me down so carefully,
As though I was made of glass.

With a gentle smile he set me free,
And even showed the way,
But before I left he took my hand,
And said "Don't ever forget this day".

I know he kept a piece of me,
In a place tucked far and safe,
'cause when he takes it out to see.
My blood begins to race.

So for now I walk alone,
But leave a trail of threads,
In hopes someday he'll look for me,
To own my soul again.

Liisa Carberry
February 27, 2007

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  • 15 years ago

    by H E Losey

    An enjoyable story told well to make an enjoyable read. The flow in the second stanza seems a bit rough. Seventh stanza line
    three I think "me" would fit better then "my". Only my opinions. I think you could improve the flow a bit and then this would be an exceptional write, but then who am I?

  • 16 years ago

    by Abha

    Reflective and meaningful.....good

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