70 Stories: One Woman’s Web

I spun a web and wrapped it round my life;

fine spider silk: the type we’re taught to make.

A sticky weave of working mum and wife;

bespoke design – its cords would never break.

High praise I netted in for such rich yarn;

a gossamer of love cocooned my home,

a strategist at work, a queen of charm;

my daughter watched me multi-task alone.


One day a soundless stranger hacked my web:

the guilty culprit, multiple sclerosis;

my legs and arms recoiled. But changing thread

I learned to weave beyond this diagnosis.

My web today is finer; plies are few,

but spun of gold, their pattern true.

© Leonie Martin 2018