Red Spider

A transparent red spider
in a crystal vase
like a forgotten ruby
motionless, lying at bottom
a mystery hidden in her body

You tip her out
let her return to garden
but she hanging in mid air
climbs back into the vase
along her thin thread

It is a shining silk strand
she keeps repeating herself
over and over again
you stop the persuasion
at the end

You are even convinced
this transparent red soul
with an unalterable cause
accepts her painful fate
would forever stay
in her crystal grave

Suspension

Suspension
Small oil droplets
Floating in the water

They never
Dissolve in water
No matter how you stir

They suspend, indifferent
Being alone with solitude

Old Chair

The old chair squeaks
In the living room

Its joins are weak and loose
You get a hammer and nails

The first nail flies off
As you hit it too hard

The second nail bends
Because of a wrong angle

The third nail finally goes in
But is bloodstained

Many such experiences
Have occurred on this chair
As time goes by……

Mask

It is a face distorted with grief
That once hung in the closet
Then being moved to the attic
And forgotten by you

One gloomy day at dusk
Dimly you see it peeping
Through the attic door
Then instantly vanish

Silence suddenly descends
You walk to the attic
Hear it say
Don’t switch on the light
Don’t chase away my shadow

Wooden Apples

You marvel at the two wooden apples
And the shadows cast by the sun
The reddish sheen of the wood
The silence of the ancient antiquity

Below the tall and narrow window
Hang spider webs
The two apples, weighty and plump
Long forgotten in the vacant hall
The air musty and stale

Gently brushing away the dust
Your thoughts turn back
To the beginning of time
The garden of Eden
Follow the grain of the wood
Penetrating their desolate cores

Sailing

Sailing
Into the waves
Into the dark blue
Into the foams of dream

In the centre of the storm
Is the blissful stillness …….

Determining to preserve
The shape of the wind
The swell of youth
The salt crystal
The pearl