Spider Woman

This is a prayer.
And I am asking you to search for one of your fatal webs and destroy it. If you agree to do this I will tell you how beautiful you are until you abandon the darkness of hidden and terrifying things and come with me.
I will ask you to sit atop my arm and travel with me to the core of the world for I am tired of thinking of him dying, dying in our arms and leaving us to smell the scent of summer flowers without him.
He told me they could not remove his lymphoma. They said it was a fine tracery of spun ill will spreading through his liver to mock his beginnings as an abandoned child.

But I know he is not made of stuff that can be cast away or thrown aside and I want to show you that.
So if you take care, I will place you in his ear and together we shall look through his memories and you can learn of what love he is made.
And even you who have captured so much life and death within your loom of fate Will shed tears to think he might not remain.

Spider Woman I ask of you a boon.
I would ask for him one more set of seasons and twice a half dozen moons. For you are lovelier than the palest and most softly formed of human kind and I know you will journey with me to find the web that draws him down For I do not want to meet the winter without him to harvest his garden and leave it for next spring carefully sown.

Louise Dery-Wells March 2001

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