With innocence and child-like eyes,

she peers into the murky


A twist;

a gasp of joy, her mouth now oohs!

An aha moment of splendor

as shadow turns to light

as she, alone, creates amazing colored webs

expressing mad excitement with each spin.spider web poem

Now she feels what the spider feels

as he builds his new nest of circles, angles, trapezoids

while on his homeward quest.

“The Angel in the Cobweb”

original fabric figure designed by Jacqueline casey
original fabric figure designed and handmade by Jacqueline Casey. Photo by Casey.



“The Angel in the Cobweb”

My mother; such a patient soul in ways;
an uncomplaining vigil does she keep.
From nursing home, she spends her later days
yet longing to escape and be with me.

My life and work is in another state.
Our separation makes it more than tough:
she counts our visits when we may embrace
and cheerful is her face though she’s a bluff.

Her final visit to my home, sublime
for her, she sleeps upon my ‘princess bed’
and said she hoped to visit other times
‘the room with lacy pillows and the spread’.

My mom received her wings; left earthly gloom
and from the guilty heart my grief  would flow
until appeared in corner of that room
a message in a space with transient glow!

The beauty of an angel thus appears.
She flies within the spider’s web it seems.
Assures me love comes from another sphere
where hope and true forgiveness always beams.