Soothing shade in which, all dreams are made
of – In the
web of
that which
Lies.
The Spider Spins Circumference.
In the Grand
Web
Of
Internal Hierarchy.
Ordained by nature.
Layered by layer;
every pitch dignified,
and every pinch,
a long-tuned convention.
Weaved,
with narrow room
and unpleasant
Foundation.
Shaking.
to a drop
as the positioned
downdraft, hurls
You.
The perception of waiting,
seems so bland,
Tyrannical;
When one hangs from the branch of the web
doomed
towards an Exit.
The Mother Spider, observes from her perch.
As subliminal as,
Retreat is…
seems unfair.
When one lives in the High-Ground,
A role bestowed upon ritual awakening;
born bless-ed, for purpose.
What is it to douse one’s self in the skin, of the holy astral zero,
they once shed?
A teetering promise
Made certain,
by the scales,
and
by the breath
fueled in cold,
of a frozen heart, still-beating.
The breath propels Warmth,
when it
snickers past the Teeth of the Serpent.
As She the Serpent coils,
A glistening recall is made,
by Mother Spider.
That such events
simply, did not occur;
to cause this war.
Brought to attention,
by the one that wears the robes.
A smirk, crinkles.
Bow down or afflict narrowly.
Contemplates the Mother Spider.
One by One.
Side-stepping.
Crawling.
Diverting.
Until the tide turns
and green is ever-lasting.
Even the Serpent knows she can reach,
The High-Ground,
Masking.
Maintaining.
As she lives,
Coiled sitting on rock
bottom.
Waiting,
Patiently.
Intuition divides time, anticipated.
Amongst opportunists Seeking Glee,
And those who aim to Secede
from the Survival
of Struggle.
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2 responses to “Tyrannical Matriarch”
This sublime piece of writing brought to mind immediately someone I used to know (and who I regret knowing at all). The dark imagery is foreboding and brooding and threatening, and there’s a menacing undertone throughout. There’s also a grand epic quality to this piece–an air of mythos–that lends it a classical aspect. Incredibly intriguing stuff, Sam. Seriously, more people need to experience your work. 😊
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I very much appreciate that, Mike. I wanted to touch on the roles of matriarchs, but especially the sort of “turnover” that occurs between women when you have to step up and really learn how to hone responsibility in life and with family. I wanted to portray in a sort “Fantasy, Creation Myth, Folklore” type of sense with deep Machiavellian undertones. This is the one that resonates to me when it comes to the nastiest aspect of being part of a family, all the way into a role of “leadership.” I think it could quantify with really any familiar dynamic based on responsibility, direction, or otherwise. The impact women have when nourishment turns cold however… can be hard for anyone, I believe. It’s hard to turn the tide of your elders, no matter how you go about it, it still seems to linger when I see it in my elders and their elders and so on. Every mark, permanent, even if the metaphorical scar fades.
Somehow, I’ve been noticing via symbology and my own made-up quasi-creation myths, that I’ve been dipping my toes into fantasy by approaching in a direction that is most interesting to me and I suppose “classical” could definitely apply. My only real love of the fantasy genre was probably the LOTR days. So it’s a bit intriguing that a genre that I did not intend or have any interest in writing, has become a thoughtful regularity in recent time. Even if I aim to retain “Horror/Thriller” like aspects in my writing, it doesn’t always turn out that way. I’m glad through Spiders and Serpents, I think it did the trick all the same. Maybe one day I’ll get to an epic poem.
Sam🐉
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