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scorpion
pincer-tailed, sun-scorched
stalking, lurking, surviving
wind, sand, moonlight, stars
hiding, creeping, hunting
eight-legged, stinger
arachnid
What's that I hear -
could it be a spider in my ear?
To some, it might inspire fear,
but that response is too severe -
he'll soon disappear,
crawling into my waiting brain,
if only to escape the rain.
I'm glad I left him alive, unslain,
as he inspired this poem, insane.
Spider - come visiting again.
spooky spider legs
waltz across a witch’s web ~
creepy crawlies cringe
Saved a kind soul that was falling
with nothing to lose
just one abdomen, no sharp fangs
but huge.
And what's worse
the carton I called home,
my dark universe
upturned
just a moment ago..
Uprooted now, I went crawling
trying my best to live
running from certain death
knowin it may arrive
wondering why..
always such a test
to survive..
Was it all for naught
to flee such an attack
an octet onslaught
crawling this way and that.
The sky lifts now, feeling of flight
so frightened..
yet never so alive!
Found myself being gently placed
a tissue'd touch down
in a new universe.
'Never too late, never in vain'
thought a subtle, good natured arachnid mind
who found heart in a two-legged fangless one's reign
so divine.
"A life is never squandered"
another life pondered
in a good deed, a kindness repaid
perhaps it's just this
how kings and queens are made.
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the shadow
of a spiders web
clustered to an
old straw hat-so flat
A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.
Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.
The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick yet fatal.
To paralyze this tasty tidbit,
its single bite is detrimental.
To live, to spin, to weave, to eat,
is spider’s deadly task’s cycle.
Web mastery, a cunning feat,
ensures the spider’s survival.
What’s in the grass and what do I know?
There are creepy and freaky things below.
All sorts of insects and crawly creatures
are among grass’ most fearsome features.
I wonder what else is in the grass,
seeds and stems in a crevasse?
They sprout and spread en masse
creating a soft sinking morass.
I believe there are secrets we’ll never see
perhaps some magic that’s in its esprit.
Maybe a fairy goddess or two
to order the chaos amid the fescue.
Who directs traffic so there’s no collision?
Who wields the power for that decision?
What and when do they celebrate?
There must be one they adulate.
Whatever is there I leave to that realm.
I won’t interfere or overwhelm.
I’ll welcome fresh grass in the spring
and wonder more, at what it may bring.
The teeny weeny arachnid
crawled up my dingy wall.
Little did he know
this would turn into a brawl.
Then I grabbed a shoe
held it high above my head.
And the teeny weeny arachnid
is now officially dead.
*Nearly two years ago, on April 2, 2021, I decided to try ’30 days of poetry.’ This was day two and the prompt was: Read a nursery rhyme poem and make it your own. I was inspired by “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” and decided to change the words to this childhood classic and make it a fractured nursery rhyme.
I'm the new Arachnid on the block.
I'm funky, I'm chunky with flair.
You'll think me cruel 'cause insects are my delicacy,
But I warn them - " Defy me if you dare! "
I must say, I hate to be unfair.
I advise them not to get too near.
And though I move fast, if they stay over there
I'll never catch, snatch and grab them.
But sheer cheek or curiosity
Draw them closer!
Why? I wonder, but without complaint.
Is it my legs of eight?
My colour? My eyes?
When will I pounce?
When will I take them by surprise?
They stare in awe at my fabulous web
As it shimmers and shines in the light.
Its radiance, beauty and pattern
Is what brings them to their plight.
Their urge to explore I don't fight!
So I say,
" I'll spin you a yard.
I'll spin you a mile.
I'll spin you some circles
As a free trial!
And as a courtesy,
So you don't feel sick,
I'll numb you and soothe you
With a prick and a lick.
I'll wrap you up gently
In my cosy, warm web...
A friend you will be
As you keep me well fed. "
Yes, I'm Arachnid.
Yes I'm the new kid,
A spider that rocks
On the block!
It's in there I know it is I saw it,
It made my skin crawl,
My mouth is dry,
Backing away not knowing what to do,
The family is out there is only the dog,
What should I do?
I'm terrified but I need the loo,
It's still in the bath I've seen it,
I look away it's no good it has to go,
The shower washes it down the plug hole,
Relief
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