PROSE POETRY

LUCINDA TREW

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THE SURRENDER OF LATE-SEASON SPIDER WEBS

​There is a certain time of year when the webs on my window are blowsy beautiful, a mess of silken strands spilled from peeling eaves or a Jane Austen mending basket. Silvery in the way of pewter pitchers or an old cat’s whiskers. Tentative, windblown, and loosening – not the sturdy stuff of earlier seasons. This fall-from-grace lace is fragile now, drowsy and worn, like a dancehall girl’s fishnets; torn, bedraggled, and still, somehow, all the more for it. The sated sag and give, sense of fait accompli, the pursued and preyed upon long gone. Time now for letting go – of beetle shell and dragonfly wing, of window screens and panes of glass, of solstice days and summer eves. 

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Lucinda Trew is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and recipient of Boulevard Magazine’s 2023 Poetry Contest for Emerging Poets. Her poems have been published in Susurrus, Anti-Heroin Chic, storySouth, Litmosphere and other journals and anthologies.