Ann Peck Poet Light Verse

The Golden Orb Spider

The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar
sits and spins and spins all day.
When she has spun a bucket of rich silk
an official takes it away.

What have you done with my spinnerets
and where is my hourly pay?
Your spinning is created into gossamer silk
and you work for a cricket a day.

Soon the silk will become richly made gowns
to be worn to the upcoming dance.
After the dance, the gowns will hang
for years with never a glance.

So, what was the point, cried the spider, aghast.
That was very hard work, you know.
Get busy and spin, said the man with bug spray,
you have yards and yards to go.

So, what is the message of this little tale,
the harried spider is anxious to know.
"Quickly go hide, leave your spinning behind,
change your name to The Black Widow!"

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Gershon Wolf August 6, 2021 at 4:21 PM Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Very, very cute, Ann. ~ Widower looking for a Black Widow (Got her phone #? lol) Ann Peck August 10, 2021 at 6:55 PM HaHa! Be forewarned, Gershon. These black widows consume their mates!

Rama Balasubramanian August 6, 2021 at 11:00 AM Your poem touched me, I felt bad for spider. Last line superb! I have seen it, if you are bad no one troubles you. Ann Peck August 6, 2021 at 1:11 PM Thanks, Rama. I felt for the poor spider, too. But don't feel too bad. Doing research, I found the spider is big as a man's hand and they eat each other.

Mystic Rose Rose August 4, 2021 at 11:51 AM lol you have a wonderful imagination, it make for great fantastic stories such as this. Thank you for entertaining me today, Ann. :) Ann Peck August 6, 2021 at 1:08 PM Thank you for commenting, Mystic Rose! It was fun to write.

Suzanne Clear July 30, 2021 at 9:07 AM Oh my! To me, this reflects the plight of women's struggles to break their bondage of being the "wind beneath the wings" of other's successes and accomplishments. Never being acknowledged for their own loyalties and contributions to another's success. So well your words just easily slip into place, like sking down a wide mountain valley. Am not sure, move from gold to black?? move to revenge for survival??? Mystery to me. Believe your poetry is deeper than we know!!! suzanne Ann Peck July 30, 2021 at 9:32 AM Maybe more than I know :) Thanks, Suzanne for your great and beautifully written comments! Well, everyone fears the Black Widow...

Harry Horsman July 29, 2021 at 10:25 PM That'll put a bite in to him, Clever poetry is this Ann, love the story. I Guess spiders are not all bad. Ann Peck July 30, 2021 at 8:01 AM Good for you, Harry - got the black widow part! Actually, doing research, I found these huge spiders eat each other when they can. I prefer not to see that :)

Kim Merryman July 29, 2021 at 2:34 PM A delightful write, Ann! I enjoyed reading it. Blessings, Kim M Ann Peck July 30, 2021 at 7:57 AM Thanks, Kim! Can you imagine a spider, big as a man's hand, renamed The Black Widdow? Too scary to contemplate :)

Rico Leffanta July 29, 2021 at 11:27 AM Brilliant, although I do not discern a difference between wearing clothing spun by a spider, or a worm, or Eve's leaf . . .. Ann Peck July 29, 2021 at 12:42 PM I have to agree, except about the leaf :) Apparently, gossamer silk is the finest, poor spider doesn''t benefit, tho!

Vijay Pandit July 29, 2021 at 10:37 AM People who work hard are not always recognized for their contributions. Life is not fair! I hears your message, Ann. Ann Peck July 29, 2021 at 12:53 PM Yes, same old, same old. It will never change. I researched those spiders. They get as big as a man's hand! Thanks for commenting, Vijay.

Sara Kendrick July 29, 2021 at 10:16 AM Ann, I enjoyed reading this one today. I don't see how a person could wear anything made of a spider web. It made a very neat poem though. Thanks for the dropping by my page. Sara Ann Peck July 29, 2021 at 12:50 PM Thanks for commenting, Sara. I researched the spider. It gets as big as a man's hand - eek! And those spiders eat each other! The spinning is somehow made into gossamer silk.