Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

No One Has Found Her To This Day

Giant spider playing in this warlock’s game
Crawled out of mirror and called out Lady’s name
She was askance, fearful and sick.
What kind of magic was this trick?

The spider gave her an arrogant glance
We’ve got to hurry if we’re to capture France.
Lady Shalott was a bit askance
Was that spider wearing underpants?

She followed him, for she feared him so.
They travelled down the steps to landing below.
She got her night lamp, which gave off a glow.
And headed to France, without a row.

Giant spider transmogrified that night.
Into a spaceship with a blinking light.
Captured Lady Shalott and took her away.
No one has found her to this day.

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Kim Rodrigues March 1, 2022 at 3:08 PM This would make a cute little book with your painted spider! Caren Krutsinger March 1, 2022 at 6:36 PM I could certainly create a canvas with this.

L Milton Hankins February 28, 2022 at 7:19 PM Which says to me, never go with a spider wearing underpants! Never play with a spider which has a yellow cross on its back either. Best just observe spiders from a distance! Caren Krutsinger March 1, 2022 at 1:13 PM Have you seen the spiders with the violins on their back? They are the dangerous ones but incredibly beautiful.