Giant spiders of steel haunt the Blue Ridge
And many mountains across the country
Spinning their endless webs of twisted wire.
Across peaks and valleys, they stretch endlessly
Glistening in the sunshine like silver threads
Shimmering with dew drops when it rains
Full of power // deadly currents of life
Some with twenty-five thousand volts.
From dams to cities across the way
These giant colossus spread their webs
Bringing energy and light to the darkest night
Mountain Spiders’ webs already spun…
Woven across the scars of the landscape
Over rocks and hills with a never-ending hum.
Without them life as we know it would cease!
This poem was accepted in the North Carolina Bards Charlotte Anthology of Poetry. It will come out in May.
Photo: Dwight l. Roth
I am posting this one tonight on d’Verse Poets Pub open link.
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Congratulations on your anthology publication!
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Thanks Liz. I was quite excited to hear the news.
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Nice! As I live in the Blue Ridge Mountains, I especially identified with the “lines”
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Thanks Allen. The lines really do have a unique glow as the sun moves across the sky. I appreciate your comment.
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What an apt description of the power lines. You’re right, without the power of those webs, life as we know it would be very different. Congratulations on your upcoming publishing in May, Dwight!
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Thank you Lisa! I happened to see an ad on FB for submissions and thought I would give it a try. I was quite excited when they chose one of my poems.
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You are welcome. So happy for you.
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Mountain Spiders’ webs already spun…
Woven across the scars of the landscape
Beautiful! Congratulations Dwight! The picture is wonderful too.
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Thank you Peter! I appreciate you kind comments.
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It is an amazing sight to see in the afternoon light!
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Nicely written!! The picture is also wonderful sir 😊
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Thank you very much. You can call me Dwight! :>) The picture with the sunlight on the wires is amazing to see.
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Nice description of those power lines as spider webs.
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Congratulations with your publication Dwight! Your poem is a beautiful tribute to these amazing structures and the webs that keep us all connected 🙂
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Thank you Xenia! They really are amazing.
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Congratulations, Dwight, on the coming publication of your poem! I like the way the ‘Giant spiders of steel’ throw their shadow from beginning to end, starting with a grand entrance and ‘Spinning their endless webs of twisted wire’. They are beautiful, in their shimmering and glistening’ and deadly, but necessary.
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Thank you Kim for your kind words. The images that power lined create are very striking indeed. I am excited that the poem was accepted … without the photo!
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Perfect description of pylons and those long tangled wires. And many congratulations.
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Thank you Misky. I appreciate it.
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It is a tangled web we’ve woven. The good, the bad, and the ugly wound into one wiry rope we can’t let go of.
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Yes, life would be totally shut down without the grid!
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Excellent piece. I have never bumped into such creative musings about power lines. It made me think that at night the towers flex and squat like something out of a Japanese Anime.
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Ha Ha, maybe they are transformers just waiting for the dark! Thanks Glenn I appreciate your comment!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Without our power grid, we would be lost for sure… In Sweden, we get a lot of power from the north and 400 kV power-lines distribute the power to the south,,,
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We are really a fragile society!
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