Black, I'm sleek and clean,
I wear time on my back
as a burning hourglass.

Wrapped up in a poetic web
I've got my heart locked inside
a spider design.

Eight legs are plenty but
I've got many more enough
for eternity. Nevermore!

Up in the window
I am thinking
weaving and winding,
waiting and grinding,
building my shrine
a place to ponder and unwind.

Black, I am collecting poetic
formats weaving a tapestry,
sleek and clean I am weaving
the moments of struggle
strengthening my design.

Black, I am a mother
of poetic webs always
weaving, sleek and clean, waiting and winding
setting up my next design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton