Silver-Spun Cells


Silver-spun cells of gossamer thought,

threaded on breeze-blossoms, skilfully wrought;

whispers of whirlwind, ย fairy-frost food,

share your sweet secret – how do you stay glued?

Delicate membranes with hearts on your sleeve,

barely there brainstorm, a brittle-crisp weave –

filmy exquisite, in raiment of lace,

what holds you together while running your race?


How ironic that such beauty is to be found in the weak places…can it be that we, in our humanity, in our very fragility, are beautiful?

26 comments on “Silver-Spun Cells

  1. Gallivanta says:

    I think that could be so.

  2. tinamhunt says:

    amazingly, wonderfully, yes.

  3. Robert Rife says:

    I’ve always said that beauty comes at a price. It is often encased in great danger as in an icy winter or rumbling volcano. There is an insidious nature to the beauty of which we only ever see the face.

  4. Debbie says:

    I love your thoughts about this and agree! There is something very beautiful in vulnerability. Now, just to remember that! Thanks Melody!

  5. Eric says:

    In most fragile is found steel’s strength; swift spider runs her light web’s length, testimony to her Creator… ๐Ÿ™‚ Eric

  6. Caddo Veil says:

    This is quite wonderful, too! Maybe fragile and strong are 2 sides of a coin–and the beauty is in how the coin flips and spins?? Just pondering…

  7. RoSy says:

    I love how you can actually make out the snowflakes!

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