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spider web

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My writing group has been sharing writing prompts in this time of isolation.

The most recent prompt was ‘spider web.’

Took me an hour to find a spider photo since I am spider-averse.

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spider web

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web enlarges spider

her domain, her coefficient of creep

extends her occupation of space

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trap for unwary

blue-bottle flies

beetles on the wing

and gnats, nattering

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all of the cobwebs

I have brushed from my face

would not weigh a gram

but they take up

a fair chunk

of brainscape

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just as the spider

is sensitive to vibration

my skin notices

the sub-threshold of touch

the tiniest occupant

of my domain

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

March 23, 2020 at 5:39 pm

blackberries

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R. 'blackberries' October 29 2018 Jane TimsScan_20181029

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blackberries

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floricanes bend

with August weight

shape an archway

show the path

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through brambles

to lake

pergola unfastens

gate, entices

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pickers

into wicked thorns

sweet indigo

temptation

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primocanes snag

hems of gloves

ankles of socks

handles of baskets

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angry scratch

for every berry

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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Hope you are enjoying this blackberry summer.

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2019 at 7:00 am

root cellar

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Q. 'root cellar' Jane Tims

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root cellar

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over the hill

cold earth sequesters

seeps of water

and lichened stone

roots in dry sand

preserves on shelves

of rough-hewn boards

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mice gnaw on the seam

of a gunny sack of corn

blue mold on the surface

of a jar of apple jelly

Mama just scoops it away

pumpkins never keep

past December

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 19, 2019 at 7:00 am

Pearly everlasting

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H. 'Pearly everlasting' October 27 2018 Jane Tims

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Pearly Everlasting

Anaphalis margaritacea L.

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Pearly Everlasting

sign of summer’s passing

yet – immortelle

picked by the road

by the armload

hung from rafters

children’s laughter

runs beneath

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downy leaf, woolly stem

white diadem

perfectly matched flowers

thatched in gold

dry and old

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Linnaeus named

for Marguarite

memory sweet

paper petals keep

pale perfume

summer grace

in a winter room

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Published as:  ‘Pearly Everlasting’, The Antingonish Review 92, 1993 and at niche poetry and prose, August 20, 2012 here

Copyright   Jane Tims   2012

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 14, 2019 at 7:00 am

in an orchard

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T. 'apples and branches' May 31 2016 Jane Tims

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orchard

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between apples, twigs and leaves

stems and branches

are glimpses

of sky

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sapphire and cerulean

panes of leaded

transparent

glass

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molten in motions of wind

edges in

malleable

light

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fragile as blades of bent grass

stiffened by frozen

morning

dew

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 12, 2019 at 7:00 am

fetching water

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C. 'water bucket' October 23, 2018 Jane Tims

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fetching water

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‘Strength in those arms,’

says Mama. ‘Fetch

me a bucket

of cold water

from the well.’

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‘Need one of those

pumps,’ says Papa.

‘Painted iron,

hornbeam handle.’

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‘No need,’ says Thomas.

‘I know how to drop

the bucket

so she fills

the first time.

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‘Echoes lift

from well-stones.

My face down there,

winks on the water.

Strength in these arms.’

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 9, 2019 at 7:00 am

hauling wood

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D. 'hauling wood' Oct 25, 2018 Jane Tims

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hauling wood

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The draft horse answers

to a click, a shake

of the reins, the squawk

of a blue jay, flushed

from the thicket. Long

tail hairs scatter flies.

Chain rings, loops around

the log, its cut end

a brake, ploughs up duff.

Nostrils flare and hooves

find gain in gather

of leaves, paw for ground.

Lather under tack,

he lowers his head.

Takes the woodlot incline

as though he’s navigated

these hardwoods

all of his life.

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Copyright   2019   Jane Tims

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 7, 2019 at 7:00 am

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