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And So The Spider Spun

Three dead flies
Dried with no eyes
This is my pint of blood.

An emaciated cricket
My home is the spigot
With an hourglass under my hood.

I can spin you a home
& a rich fabric'd tome
Any ol' day or night.

Your eight-legged fear
Of all you hold dear
Afraid of when I may bite.

I build with such passion
My trendless fashions
But none can share the same space.

Because, I am a spider
God's secret reminder
I am no man's charity case.

Author notes

bite me
Written December 24th, 2003

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  • Flightless Raven
    October 1, 2005
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    I've been bitten by a black widow more than several times.. no worse than being stung by a bee. My unnoficial totem is the loving spider.. what an embrace.. don't you think?


  • DarkShdwGuy
    October 9, 2004
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    Very well written ...thank you for entering.Love the black widow kept them as pets..and as far as I know I am the only human that can say that they are imune to the bite of the black widow have bitten three times and still alive.
    Roger

  • stargazer76
    October 9, 2004
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    Great poem!

    I liked how you tried to capture the spider's point of view.. it was well-written in that aspect.. If I had a single word for this poem it would be "thoughtful".

  • Dragonshadowed
    March 6, 2004
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    This has a great flow to it. I actually liked the end of it. Good luck!


  • myrataal silver member
    December 24, 2003
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    AAAAAAAH! Gourmet taste ...

    Three dead flies? Dried with no eyes? Is that supposed to be a Christmas meal? "And so the spider spun" Hmmmmmm. Such a delicious alliterating title, rich in sound and evocative enough to work up an appetite even for a ghastly meal of mortificated insects ...

    Loved the way in which you became the spider.

    *Request*

    Would you please spin me
    a home

    - oh Spider mine -

    soft and silky
    with a splendid view
    so that I may rest
    my weary soul within a nest
    of gossamer dreams?

    Would you then free
    my entangled heart
    enwreathe
    me with your hairy arms

    - oh Spider mine -

    and would you dine
    then
    on my love?



    myra
    24.12.2003


    Edited on Dec 24, 2:42 because ''.


  • BeautifulContradiction
    December 23, 2003
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    Has some really interesting lines.
    I like it all, except for the very end..

    Keep it up!!!

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