Endicott College Creative Writing student Maxwell Snelling is a dreamer. And dreamers make fine poets. Case in point: “Below the Spider Trees.”

Below the Spider Trees

Trees
Like spider’s legs
Coated in a chitinous gray carapace
Tangled between the fibers of time
As a yellowed black
Descends upon the furor
Of Asiago
And the Dream Merchants
Of Antiquity.
Pitted in a dim dark pit
The Dream Scion
Aeschylus
Child of the Omnibus
Barters sentient tangles of Blue Black Night
Strung with fibers of Yellowed Light
To Nightmares of wayward sleep.
There, below the chitinous trees
And bloated lights
This man makes a livelihood
From the demons of sleep
And the saviors of dying thought.
The sprites of rest and repose
Trade their very souls with the Doubts and Troubles
And even the damper misuses of the denizens of the mind.
Here is an ethereal city
Below the blood red stars
Our nights are charted with profits.

–  Maxwell Snelling

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