Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

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Spiders Spiders

Spiders, spiders, woe betide us
In our nightmares stand astride us
Pray the big one hasn’t spied us
Or the dread that dwells inside us

Joggers, walkers, cycle riders
Alleyways of unseen spiders
Crisscross laces in our faces
In our hair and other places

Spiders webs in cracks and corners
Not a single sign to warn us
Mask our face with shielding hands
Avoid those sticky silken strands

Trapeze spiders, on-breeze gliders
Webs above and webs beside us
Come light rain or frost or dew
Phones out for a snap or two

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Gary Radice October 26, 2021 at 2:16 AM I too love the rhythm of this one and particularly the first verse that, on its own, in my opinion would sit very comfortable in a book. There's a certain Spike Milliganess about it all that I love. Nice one! Cheers - Gary Gary Radice October 26, 2021 at 1:17 PM I should add that in my opinion Spike was a wonderful poet. :) Terry Flood October 26, 2021 at 11:45 AM I really liked Spike Milligan so I accept the complement most happily. I see what you mean about verse one taken in isolation. Thanks for your words of wisdom.Terry

Tom Cunningham October 26, 2021 at 1:07 AM That brought back memories when I started off in the post office, every winter I'd walk up the garden paths and straight into spiders webs yuck, Tom Terry Flood October 26, 2021 at 11:51 AM Yeah, and the milkman I helped seemed to know exactly which houses to send me to. On a lighter note, he actually did have the fastest milkfloat (a range master, I think) and, wait for it, wait for it, his name really was Ernie. I KID YOU NOT! Terry

Ilene Bauer October 25, 2021 at 4:05 PM love the rhythm of this poem, terry! i also love to see spiders' webs but i agree with you that they're pretty gross to walk into... Terry Flood October 25, 2021 at 4:45 PM Thanks Ilene. If you read my reply to Jan, it was even worse when both hands were full of milk bottles and walking through those webs was far from optional. Happy days! Terry

Judy Ball October 25, 2021 at 2:01 PM A fun read with a perfect pic. Love the beautiful webs they make but not a fan of the creepy crawlies. Loved the rhythm and flow here. Good stuff. God Bless, JB Terry Flood October 25, 2021 at 2:53 PM Thank you Judy. Glad you enjoyed. Terry

Jan Allison October 25, 2021 at 12:44 PM Hi Terry, I just love that opening line, I am not a fan of 'doiders' as my son used to call them when he was small, but i am in awe of their ability to create such beautiful webs:-) hugs jan xx Terry Flood October 25, 2021 at 3:03 PM Hey Jan. The first line was retained (cos I liked it too) from my intended scary poem. It kept wanting to go ‘real’ so I called on my schooldays milk round memories. Many of the houses I delivered to involved narrow alleyways which were booby trapped with web after web strung right across… and always at head height! Terry

Rico Leffanta October 25, 2021 at 12:30 PM Very covincing proof you have encountered spiders in your life! Terry Flood October 25, 2021 at 3:10 PM Did you know, Rico, that if you pull a leg off of a spider and say wriggle… it will wriggle. Keep going, one leg at a time and each time, saying wriggle, it will wriggle. Only when all eight legs are gone will it not wriggle. Which only goes to prove… that a spider’s ears are on its legs.