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Pieces Of Fragile Lace
(25th March 1943 / )

Pieces Of Fragile Lace

Poem By Ernestine Northover

A spider spins a micro fine thread, her gentle web to weave,
It is with awe, that we behold this art, one can't believe
This work, viewed on a frosty morn, portrays pieces of fragile lace,
How can a tiny creature create these patterns, with silent grace.

She works with great dedication, using skills beyond belief,
Securing her thread to one, and then another sturdy leaf,
Or twig, or gate, or fence, or flower, whatever is to hand,
A magical spun gossamer, her love sealed in every strand.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (6)

I am quickly becoming a fan, Ernestine. Such a lovely little poem - which reminds me a bit of my soul-mate: Emily Dickinson
Yes I find spider's webs fascinating too, spiders are certainly amongst nature's finest engineers. Lovely portrayal Ernestine. Love, Andrew xx
We have conifers next door and in the winter they are covererd by the most amazing patterns of natures fine webs. This is such a great piece of observation, well done Love Duncan
You must know that you weave and spin beautiful poems too. Love, Susie.
A wonderful piece Ernestine and what great familularity with both writes, a spiders web a perfect work of art. not many take the time to appreciate the perfection from such a hated creature.Wonderful work here.