The scrape of something past
as if a broom roughly caressed
a floorboard in an aging house,
each stroke evicting tenants
from the dark of unswept corners,
falling,
falling,
eight-limbed tumblers
herded by a wraith of dust
in Erddig’s dying light.
Spider Brusher
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Great. I think the NT will like this one.
It’s certainly a job description to conjure with, isn’t it!
I think I’d leave out ‘falling/falling’ and the last line!
“a wraith of dust” – I didn’t know that word before and I like the way you have used it Martin