Just look at the webs that are gathering in our house this change of season : these cold mornings and crispy skies as the sun emerges .

The spider when you can see him ? Or her , seems content just to be left alone in it’s web slowly creating a home, a shelter . I wonder though if it ever wants to get out. Does it find it difficult to disengage, untangle itself from woven , clinging surrounds? I reckon it’s daunting both ways – building that web takes hours of physical effort as well as mental agility. But getting out must be nearly as hard, just all that untangling and destroying what took hours to create.

Poor spider

Look what happened to the Lady of Shallot when she left her web, left her loom. Next thing she’s floating down the river , dead . And all for Lancelot who could only fling off “ By God she had a lovely face. “ That was it.

One wonders about the worth of the bid for freedom. Maybe just for an instant between the moving outside and the floating down that river, still looking beautiful mind you, she felt joyful . She’d taken a huge step after years of a dreary room, endlessly spinning.

I do wonder if it’s possible to prop the window open and climb back in . Or keep one strong thread tied to that leg so spider -like one can quickly, invisibly weave a shelter again .

I no longer want to fly away completely.But I would like to get up , move above and see the huge sky again.