Spider Fantasies

Posted: July 15, 2021 in Chat


Swinging through his rigging, 
on watch for the next catch – 
Ahab and his whale.

                                           Or Anne Bonney, 
rounding the Horn with a crew to feed 
not yet born.

Haunting trade winds, homing cargoes
air-flows that bring home 

the fly to its rest 
indoors through windows, doors, 
on clothes

                                         Bringing home 

bounty to the elaborated 
hopes and hammocks 
of wide-strung webs.


A spider sipping condensation
off the window as we cook
cleared a spyhole out
onto the night.


Eight-pointed dark star on paintwork
eating up all in-comers –
dark hole of their deaths.

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