Sunday, May 16, 2010


For Christopher

I held you in a locket, my love,
your image perfectly cast
and frozen in time. You thought
you were free to grow,
live and learn, become old.
But I had you there,
borne pendulous, trapped
on a silver thread, a spider’s charm
spun perfectly around my neck.

Rachel Westfall
May 14, 2010


christopher said...

Oh Rachel, this is a mystery, how easy we write with each other. A true blessing, I think. Here is how I replied there.

Entangled Living

Shall I spend my days
trying to break free of you,
wiping off your web
only to have it
stick to some other angle
of my bound up life?
If I rest easy
I shall hear you humming tunes
while you heat the pot.
Making noise at least
drowns out your steamy intent
while you get the soup.

RachelW said...

Haha! Well, at least my steamy intent is not malicious, and the soup is not poisoned. :) This word-weaving is such fun!

christopher said...

Indeed it is.

RachelW said...

*blush* :-)

Anonymous said...

this is a cool idea
about the way love can hold the growth of a person

Rick said...

Rach- i feel like maybe i should've knocked first. But i enjoyed watching from the shadows. ~rick

RachelW said...

Utopian fragments-- thank you!

Rick, you never intrude. It's all fiction, really! :) It's so nice seeing you around these parts again.

Anonymous said...

I find it interesting that you called this one "Nightmare"... it's the most insidious kind.

Rob-bear said...

Capturing the past, as with a picture in a locket, is wonderful. As long as you don't let it preclude new possibilities in the present and future.

Ardi K said...

you 2 much !!
love the banter
and the verse

Poetikat said...

Interesting. The spider certainly seems to be permeating your imagery at the moment, but it is a strong image. That turn, "but I had you there" is potent.