When the spiders return (in years to come, we’ll need a different story)—Jane Ayres

The spiders knew
how it was. Spinning 
webbed dreams, silk-cocooned 
we didn’t notice (or care)
our stars dying.
Hibernation began sucking 
life long before the future was sulphurous yellow,
avian winter casting shadows,
lessons never learned.
Threads dropped.
Rewind.
Untangling what is from what was,
we will make new.
When the spiders return
we’ll be ready.
We’ll be ready.
When the spiders return
we will make new,
untangling what is. From what was,
rewind
threads. (Dropped
lessons never learned).
Avian winter casting shadows
life-long. Before the future was sulphurous yellow,
hibernation began sucking
our stars. Dying,
we didn’t notice (or care)
webbed dreams, silk-cocooned. 
How it was spinning.
The spiders knew.

UK based neurodivergent writer Jane Ayres completed a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent in 2019 aged 57. In 2021, she was nominated for Best of the Net, shortlisted for the Aesthetica Creative Writing Award and a Laurence Sterne Prize winner. Her first collection edible was published by Beir Bua Press in April 2022.  

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