A spinning spider I, Arachne
weaving with thread my tangled web
oh, won’t you stay with me?
Little fly so tender
so succulent: upon my web you bob.
Teetering on my legs so long and slender
I hurry to the feast.
There’s no buzz now, nor any zzub
from you, your struggle ceased
but, how your blood delights me!
So delicious I could sob
with satisfaction, for I was so hungry
now you, a dried up husk
bob lifeless at the centre of my web
I’ll build a new one, in the sun I’ll bask
awaiting my next visitor
I’ll lie, but I’m no slob:
soon as the net vibrates, I’ll be right over…
Oh, you – yes you (Dear reader!)
won’t you join the feast?
Written for dVerse
Tonight, Sarah hosts Poetics, and has asked us to write a poem about creepy crawlies or insects, preferably from their own viewpoint. She takes inspiration from the sonnets of Paul Brookes and Les Murray. Much as I love sonnets, I found myself weaving a different kind of form for this prompt. And for a bit of fun, I had my spider break the fourth wall at the end of the poem…
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