Spider

Posted on September 2, 2011 by sputterpub


A thousand spider webs depend on eaves,
enjoin the plants, embroider autumn air.
September drinks the chlorophyll from leaves
while I walk into webbing everywhere.
A strand of stickiness across my face,
resisting my impatient fidget twitch,
annoying as a bug – it takes the place
of dread mosquito – tease for toxic itch –
impels me to the realization, true
as autumn’s fall, that webs are good as gold
to me, and spider wishes coincide
with mine. Attempting to adopt her view,
I spider-dream and spin a plan. I hold
my frame insistent to be satisfied.

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3 Responses to Spider

  1. brianbakerwrites's avatar brianbakerwrites says:
    September 2, 2011 at 5:35 pm

    I love your neat form and vivid description. Very good poem. Is this a well known form you used, or is your own invention?

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