Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Jan FitzGerald, "Spider"

Jan FitzGerald


And so it comes to this -
washing her face in the basin, the giantess
has pulled the plug on you.
I meant you no harm, nor you me-
room enough in the bathroom for both of us,
meeting each morning eye to eye...

Deep within high-tensile silk
you lined it up,
unswayed by the sway of things, spider,
trusting the tug at the tip of instinct,
mandible & spinneret
working a thousand threads of night.

And now what are you?
A swirling tea leaf.
What fortune does this tell?
Rain, they say... Is that all,
little crippled asterisk,
my Count of Monte Cristo?

Jan FitzGerald has been published in NZ literary journals since 1970 and overseas in The London Magazine, Acumen (UK), and others. She paints fulltime and lives in Napier (“Art Deco City” of New Zealand) with poet-painter, Leonard Lambert. Her new book is due out soon with Steele Roberts Publishers.

RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture,
http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume Three (2009): Immanence/ Imminence

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