What Guides the Spider
A whispering sounds on the wall,
Is heard for certain in the garden.
Spiders are unsurprised,
It seems, by human absence
Of our vacant rooms.
And in the shadows,
Intricate weavings
Are commonplace.
The street patterns light
On fading interiors.
Then there is the moon
When night has lost all reason
For seclusion in obscura.
What guides the spider is confusion.
And when change torments
The thread remains the same.
Geoffrey Heptonstall is a Poetry Reviewer for The London Magazine, and a Contributing Writer at Contemporary Review. He has written essays, poetry and short fiction for many other outlets including Adirondack Review, Cerise Press, Gold Dust, Litro, P.N. Review, The Recusant and The TLS.