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What Guides the Spider The street patterns light <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Geoffrey Heptonstall<\/strong> is a Poetry Reviewer for The London Magazine<\/em>, and a Contributing Writer at Contemporary Review<\/em>. 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<\/em> and The TLS.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3170","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3170","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3170"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3170\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3172,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3170\/revisions\/3172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3170"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3170"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3170"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n<\/em>A whispering sounds on the wall,
\nIs heard for certain in the garden.
\nSpiders are unsurprised,
\nIt seems, by human absence
\nOf our vacant rooms.
\nAnd in the shadows,
\nIntricate weavings
\nAre commonplace.<\/p>\n
\nOn fading interiors.
\nThen there is the moon
\nWhen night has lost all reason
\nFor seclusion in obscura.
\n<\/em>What guides the spider is confusion.
\nAnd when change torments
\nThe thread remains the same.<\/p>\n