Imagine a spiderweb, so light and lacy
now see the small hole in the center
tiny dark and deep
all the strands pouring into it
like a black hole
the anchoring threads break free
one by one
leaving the structure shaky
trembling with every breath of wind
yet it holds strong
never falling
or flying away
it mocks the wind

— Daisy

Jenora says, “The ornament looks like a small book, hanging by a thick gold thread which is stitched down along its spine, with a small pencil hanging by the other end of the thread below it. The book hangs open, with little bits of writing and tiny drawings sketched within it. Perhaps you would like to add something of your own?”