Poetry by Rebecca Fryar

River
 
Wind shakes this river like clothes on a line,
Wrinkles the sheet of sunlight,
Cuts the cloth with a ragged edge
Playing seamstress to the weaver
Elusive tranquility.
There’s a world of doing away from here,
Where life fades the days, weeks and years.
Peace like a river is sunlit fabric,
Woven from water,
Darned up with dragonflies.
 
 
 
Spider
 
This is the time of the spider,
When the dew falls heavy,
And the mist spins webs between the trees,
Thick as dreams.
The moist promise of frost breathes in the wind,
Rattles the cage,
And the occupant,
Stoic and unmoving
Waits for eternal night,
With the patience
Of the bridegroom
Under earth,
Headstone empty beside him.

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Rebecca Fryar is a poet and writer living in Arkansas. Most of her poems reflect the natural beauty around her and connect it to a story, triggering the emotions that these places inspire in her, and hopefully, in others.

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