This has been pulled from Seed's archives while he's...
Indisposed... for the sake of a scene with Misako's Verve. She's quite an interesting figure for him.
Chains of Beads
She leaves trails of necklaces in her wake.
The beads file down the line,
clink. Clink. The sound
counterpoint to the play
of chitin, the threads
long as her slender legs
her world-transcending neck.
each little glass jewel sparkles
in her eyes, hitting
the air like crystal thoughts,
and she orders them
into dreams, into signs, charming
the universe into order,
spread connected as a spider's web.
Behind her, the click of beads;
Before her, the summer-heat whirr
of cicadas rising like a stormhead.
((This has been another visit to
Seed's Poetry Corner))
