A Poem a Day (514): Webs

  
Webs
 
Accusations fly. Someone reads down the minutes
of the meeting. Stories grow leaves, seeds sown.
Is anyone asking if they are true? The spider
weaves its sticky web and words walk.
Years upon years upon years.
 
They gain courage backstage, spread thin
over the walls, into the cracks, seeping through.
Those on the stage go through the motions
as lines write themselves upon the floor.
Words spiral like smoke to fill the air.
Years upon years upon years.
 
Sentences come together in silence.
Outside, rain collects in the guttering.
It’s a one-sided view down the avenue.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 11, 2022