Mapping
Dictyna arundinacea
your web in the tips of gorse
maps the structure of memory
anchored firmly by first actions
then massed with time
to complex connectivity
now random debris mars perfection
dust clogs to sagging strands
the structure gathers holes.
Childhood threads still hold—
Dragonflies can kill if they
sting you near the heart
If Midgemadoors
fly into your hair
you have to cut them out.
Scattered random rents
cannot prevent retention
but things drop through.
You say I was in London
when told my mother died
but nothing comes to mind
look — opening at the web’s edge
a golden gorse flower unfurls
freshness that steals the eye.
Ivor Murrell has written poetry for over 40 years, but could only give it the time it demanded when he took early retirement, which also allowed him to build his website www.versifier.co.uk to share his writing.