A hasty response to the following invitation from Mish at dVerse Poets Pub:
Greetings poets! Welcome to Open Link Night. As always, this is your opportunity to share ONE poem of any theme or form.
Or perhaps not hasty, as the original has been skulking like a shrunken balloon-spider on my hearth-mat to-do pile for nearly a month, waiting – like so much in my life – for processing.
Waiting for Diana A movement snagged my sight My vision was distracted And there, to my delight, A spider stood, impacted Upon her trampoline of wafty webby gossum Then disappeared unseen Instead of playing possum. Behind the window blind That hides the double shining Her prey, entangled, find: Flies, moths, as food combining. She waits to pounce, to stun With stings of potent venom While I await my chum In patchstrip made of denim. © Kathy Labrum McVittie July 2022
And here’s the ‘patchstrip made of denim’, and braided hair, before my recent (Summer Solstice) operation. The coat is about twenty years old, made in India by a now-redundant, fairly trading company called Bishopston Trading.
The only garment I have ever owned that has made strangers cross a busy Cambridge road to say: “I love your jacket. Where on earth did you find that?”