The sweet pickle is here with us
my ittle pumpkin
with her melancholic eyes
run down body she arrives battered by a sea wave
slowly gradually reviving
resting and nourishing
sharing moments and rituals
growing pains smoothed away
her eyes sparking like dew drops
The quiet, the slow days, the rain, the cold
the silent tears I hold
Time after time
Sweet autumn breezes by and yet
each day filled with little moments
precious still life
memories short and sweet
I am the good wife
Time after time
clear open skies, sunrise flames
cooler winds , charcoal nights
and his breath
heavier and thicker, real life
Time after time
and again my self
inner outer misaligned
time lapse, twilight zone
my flesh and bone
old woman
Time after time
feeling and wanting
praying and dreaming
working and keeping
time lost, tense in the present
tight tension like string
thin yet strong
like spiderweb's thread
I am spider grandmother
Time after time
wise old me, strong
working with inner balacne
so fragile inside
like thousand sharp splinters
above and beyond a parallel dimesion
trying to break the tension
Time after time
I repeat myself
boredom of the world's ignorance
working hard to disperse fear
time is here, here and now
and soon, just before
the end
https://earth-magick.com/journal/honoring-the-goddess-grandmother-spider/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider_Grandmother
