A Riddle by Devony Lynn Smith

The Fruit of the Artist's Labor is
The disgust of the onlooker's glare.

Days entwined with silk streamers interposed.

Momentous mornings and an evening to mend
The creator strokes
Up and down
An ovals
All in swoops together

attached
connected
labor
scrutiny

Completed in glory
A work with heaven's blessing.

Crushed at the whoosh of a palm.


Answer:
a spider's web