Wordle #170 and Photo Challenge #64, Pathway

pathwayOer Wout

The leaves laid low,

Swarm underfoot.

Thriving under my invertebrate

And inconstant passions.

The forest catches in the spinnerets

Of my pregnant eyelashes.

I jump within and without,

A hanging locust, a codex of storms

Lacking both wherewithal

And directional fidelity.

A false foyer, a brittle origami canopy

The creature in me fearful

Of the incoming light,

Of that magical door

White as an unconscious eye.

How can I live without my electrons?

My empty purse unzipped and stained black

With an excess of whiles and words

That heart, stricken, hums

Fog spilling through her glasgow grin.