Here’s another random poem I wrote the other day while I was at work. I’m only posting it now of course because I am avoiding writing and researching for a very important paper….
I am the spider.
I haunt the dark corner of the room,
waiting for you,
waiting for you to be caught in my web
what you don’t see:
the beautiful, long silver fibers
I spun in a pattern
to hold us up
as you beat your wings, tearing,
crashing into silken stretches
woven and constructed carefully
by me, the spider
who consumes you,
later when my web is in tatters
and I will be crushed under shoe
or flung into the garden bushes
perhaps you will understand
the importance of a single,
how it is strong enough to bind your body,
your threatening wings
perhaps then you will understand
me, the spider.