Poem
Colette Bryce
A Spider
A Spider
A Spider
I trapped a spider in a glass,a fine-blown wineglass.
It shut around him, silently.
He stood still, a small wheel
of intricate suspension, cap
at the hub of his eight spokes,
inked eyes on stalks; alert,
sensing a difference.
I meant to let him go
but still he taps against the glass
all Marcel Marceau
in the wall that is there but not there,
a circumstance I know.
© 2008, Colette Bryce
From: Self-Portrait in the Dark
Publisher: Picador, London
From: Self-Portrait in the Dark
Publisher: Picador, London
Colette Bryce
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1970)
Born in Derry in 1970, Colette Bryce lived in London for many years before moving to Scotland in 2002 where she held the fellowship in Creative Writing at the University of Dundee. She moved to Newcastle upon Tyne in 2005 when she was appointed to the North East Literary Fellowship. She now divides her time between there and London in her work as a freelance writer and editor.
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A Spider
I trapped a spider in a glass,a fine-blown wineglass.
It shut around him, silently.
He stood still, a small wheel
of intricate suspension, cap
at the hub of his eight spokes,
inked eyes on stalks; alert,
sensing a difference.
I meant to let him go
but still he taps against the glass
all Marcel Marceau
in the wall that is there but not there,
a circumstance I know.
From: Self-Portrait in the Dark
A Spider
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