Along Came the Spider

There stands in the forest
A young birch tree
And standing beside it
A girl of thirteen
 
From it's branches glistens
Silky web strands
In ringlets of silk
Crafted and planned
 
This girl of thirteen
With her fingers she plays
The silken threads
In harpsichord ways
 
As she plays the silks
This forest outsider
Vibrations of notes
Along came the spider
 
In harmony their tuned
On natures earth
In this forestall place
Land of their birth


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Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Brown Avatar
July 30, 2009 at 8:11 AM
wow, this is great, with so much passion
May Avatar
July 30, 2009 at 7:41 AM
You got me going with the first 3 stanzas but i thought the story would continue...was she going to morph into Mary, Mary quite contrary or was there more like it seemed she could be creating the forest in which she played by finger play...I think you might have more to mine from poem- anita
Richards Avatar
July 28, 2009 at 6:51 PM
Almost like a child's fairy tale...yet dreamy and almost real ! Nice !!
Peranteau Avatar
July 28, 2009 at 6:45 PM
awesome my friend,..great rhyme, and filled withpassionate allure !!! james !!!!
Kendrick Avatar
July 28, 2009 at 3:37 PM
Lovely Rhyme. Seems a variation on a nursery rhyme or not. Keep writing. Sara
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