Shattered mirrors, twisted
strands of silk that shred.
The spider is falling
inside of my head.
Each strand, each drop, each
moment of wonder and terror.
Wondering where the spider is?
Look closely into the shattered mirror.
The venom of past is the
cure for the future. Wait!
The bite hurts, I can't move.
The glass cuts, venom stays.
Oh spider, spider, I fear you.
My mind is shattered with venom.
Each twisted strand falling
each moment working in tandem.
I cling to a wall, don't look
down! I am twisting and turning.
Keep close, I'll protect you.
The venom's sill burning.
Shattered mirrors, I see my face
in the strands of silk that shred.
I am the spider falling
inside of my head.
A contest entry
- "precious and amusing and unutterably bizarre" by Polaja.
1050 points, ended September 24, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a very interesting poem - and I like the background for it, which seems so fitting
the slow realisation of this poem is very effective - especially as it seems like a train of thought. I like the repitition of certain words in this piece and the alliteration is well crafted thank you for your entry!
Keep writing
Polly
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