Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

The Spider Queen, the Sycamore and the Tiger Moth

The Spider Queen, The Sycamore
       And The Tiger Moth

It is with glee 
I gaze upon 
A sycamore tree, 
A cobweb spun, 
And there between 
The budding leaves 
The spider queen 
Busily weaves;

Silken ties 
Of steely thread 
To catch mere flies 
In swarms overhead, 
Sticky lures 
Like rising sap, 
By night she procures 
Her silky trap. 

Then to her cloth 
Of deathly lust 
A tiger moth 
With wings of dust
Flutters near, 
Her kiss unseen, 
No love nor fear 
For the spider queen. 

Wrap him neatly, 
Wrap him tight, 
Wrap completely 
O love of the night, 
No man nor beast 
Shall pass this way 
And she shall feast 
For many a day. 

I stand, too keen 
And gaze in awe 
At the spider queen 
And the sycamore, 
In love, succumb 
To her lustful wrath, 
And I become 
The tiger moth. 

©RJVHorton2016

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