The grey spider dawn of day
stealthily swings from the dome,
sinewy, bold, a metronome.
She waltzes on moated keys
depressing letters with ease.
A bone bread mix morning,
squishy, sticking to the spoon,
She stirs the daily cocoon
while imagining her prize,
a warm web on the rise.
The noon’s typhoon saturates,
tiny lashes turn her numb,
and like that her chores half-done.
The downpour like daggers;
she spins silk and staggers.
Dinosaur dig afternoon,
dirty cobwebs are exhumed;
she repairs a stale tomb.
Someone else’s skeleton
offers the day’s first medicine.
Evening requires pattern,
her spinnerets unroll
the day’s dense batter holds
symmetrical wings, chewy chatter;
she wills her prey to be fatter.
When the sun recklessly flies
into evening’s hidden mesh,
It won’t wiggle its fiery flesh
but softly submit its rays–
death to another full day.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
I wrote this poem last fall, but I was reminded of it today when a rather large spinner casually joined me at my desk during my lunch break, so I thought I’d repost it and see what some of my newer readers think of this sinewy verse.
Cheers! K.
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I love how you spun your imagery in this piece. Excellent job!
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Thank you. It was a difficult one to weave.
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👻👏🏻🕸
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Ty, 🕷 spinner’s reward.
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Caught up in the web with the song, nicely woven. 🎶 🕷🕸☔️
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Thank you. This one was a bit tangled, but I think it strung up nicely in the end.
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You’re welcome. That it definitely did, very nicely.
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Enjoyed your tangled mix of words, K, like grey spider dawn, and bone bread mix, and noon’s typhoon. Marvellous stuff.
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Thank you very much, Misky. Wrote this one in a couple phases, and then had to try to string the web between them. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I’m loving how you take me through her day.
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Stringing you along, eh?
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got caught up in yoiur web
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I’m with Misky and Mr B on this one.
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Good company, then.💜
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a motley array of images which, admittedly, I got lost in but I know they are all working to some grand design ; interestingly spiders featured in my poem too, only to be replaced by rocks 🙂
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Our spider senses must be aligned. I know this one was written at different times and I think it still shows-but it is a reflection of a busy day akin to my own.
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well, that makes sense: an adventurous poem , then 🙂
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WOW. Did you write this? I am speechless.
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Thank you, Susan. Yes, everything I post is homemade, and if anything is borrowed, I always cite that in the notes. This one was a patchwork quilt of a poem. My writing partner did help me iron it right before I posted. He’s a good ironer.
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Love the pictures you create in this – the spider hanging from its web like a metronome is a great image.
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Thank you; I did like that one, and must almost a spider visited me in this way just last week, putting my pen on this path.
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Very good writing!
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Thank you, Doc. Appreciate your kind comment. This one went in the tumbler, and came out much smoother than the original.
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Beautifully woven descriptions, K! You really know just how to string the reader along perfectly 🕷very insightful verses ❤
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Thank you, Tom. 💜I found the thread with this one. I’m glad you liked it. It’s the sort of verse that feels like it might catch on. 🕸
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Definitely ❤ Plenty of future material to spool out from this 🙂
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Indeed. The web is one of the few artist endeavors that are made to be destroyed.
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this is marvellous, K; you’re really stretching your craft; where does one start? I get a frisson just reading this: I must have missed it first time round; this is certainly not ‘lazy verse’, not the writing of someone ‘just coasting’; thanks 🙂
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btw great illustrations !
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Excellent.
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Thank you.
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A real spiders Web of wonderful words making things happen for a skinny meal that it wishes fatter.
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Delightful comment. Thank you, Sandy. Yes, there is art and their is enticement, and there is art that entices.
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That is a clever. I will remember that!
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You’ve taken on the spiders perspective here brilliantly. Super fun too. Awesome write, K.
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