Sophia Valentina Poet Rhyme

Acantholycosa

If I, the fly, upon the wall
were, all but none the wiser,
then I would spy the wicked weave of me, myself, the spider.
But neigh,'tis not. What caveat!
My prey heeds not, by nature.
For "something wicked this way comes",
an understated danger.

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Roy Jerden March 1, 2014 at 12:37 PM Did you have another version of this poem? I seem to remember commenting on the double personification. In any case, it's great!

Just That Archaic Poet February 1, 2014 at 12:17 PM Shall I reinstate your higher placement...or even kill a sheep? Just That Archaic Poet February 1, 2014 at 12:49 PM Agreed. Sophia Valentina February 1, 2014 at 12:40 PM There's no need for the slaughter. Best to keep the wool pulled down tight.