"araneae" poems
The spider’s eye glittered
from the bottom corner of the desk
She was a huge mamma jamma
hiding behind a silken web
I shrieked and David came running into
the room
I find spiders scary, their hairy black legs
and small monstrous form is enough
to send a series of shudders up
my spine
Nevertheless “Charlotte” plays a vital role
in Nature’s global ecosystem
without Araneae our world would be
overrun with insects devouring
crops and spreading disease
In fact, grandmother spider from
Native American culture created the world
spinning her alchemical web,
embroidered with dew she hurled
the dreamcatcher into the
heavens transmuting it into stars
How cool is that?
David carefully captured the little goddess
releasing her to the night winds and starry
firmament
As we turned to go back inside I caught a glimpse
of a willowy silhouette, grandmother spider
grinning broadly
giving us the thumbs ups
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
It peeks through my armor and sprouts out my back
Taken from me and I gladly let it go
Millipedes are kind animals, centipedes are not
Araneae is what's possessing me
(maybe it's what I am)
but I can't help but think of other bugs, of independence
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC