the spider's sacks
by Barry Yeoman
to naked eye laid round as pearled dew
opaque as burgeoning worms that chew
and undulate webs on summer trees
their winter counterparts hidden weave
of crystal cushion glazed and fresh
holy secrets inside crawling flesh
winters needled pine nests complete
a hundred minuscule hearts that beat
and wait behind silky ornaments till
the filaments heat begins to spill
all beauty that in the end is cursed
when birthed in moonlight bubbles burst.
Barry Yeoman is a poet from Springfield, Ohio, currently living and writing in London, Ohio. He earned his B.A. in Liberal Studies: Literature and Creative Writing from Antioch University Midwest (Yellow Springs, Ohio), summer 2018 at the youthful age of 55. Submitting poetry since 2014 his work has appeared, or is forthcoming in Mission at Tenth, Common Ground Review, Lost Coast Review, Right Hand Pointing, Crack the Spine, Harbinger Asylum, Gravel, and Broad River Review, among other print and online journals. He is working on a first book-length manuscript. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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