Arachne’s lullaby


Enter, enter, dearest friend,
rest your weary wings,
leave behind your sorrows.

Fly closer, closer,
for me
to kiss your harrowed face ‒
closer, even closer,
for me
to sweep you in my finest lace.

Sleep tight now, dearest friend ‒
wrapped in webs of wistful warmth ‒
as I crouch here by your dozing self,
spinning sticky tricks for travellers tomorrow.