Poetical Encounter With a Spider

Updated on December 2, 2017
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Poetry and Photography are two of my passions which I often combine, turning them into Rhyming Images.

Spider web
Spider web | Source

Spinders in My Head

An Autumn day, still early morn,
fresh dew reflects the world reversed,
sticky threads swirling,
and a cobweb in my face.
Damn you, the spider mumbles,
no food today.

Do you realize,
how much work it is
to build a house each day anew?

I looked down
and saw that she was right.
A thousand lines, orderly shaped
in spirals growing wide.
Thoroughly attached
and only one controls each square.
A single vibration - and dinner is served.

(Now why haven't people thought of that,
no more heavy grocery bags to carry)

I'm sorry, I said,
You should light a lamp,
or use a neon thread in stead.
Where am I supposed to walk,
if you keep building your house
exactly where my footpath lays?

but she had left.
I turned to overlook my garden
and stopped breathing,
at least for a moment,
because the rising sun's light
had brought a million webs to life.

(There's beauty, even in little things)

From that day on,
I won't destroy a spider's home
if I can avoid it,
because - that night - I dreamed
about spiders in my head.

Autumn spider webs
Autumn spider webs | Source

© 2017 Titia Geertman

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    • Gina Welds-Hulse profile image

      Gina Welds Hulse 13 days ago from Rockledge, Florida

      I'll go and check out your article, as well as give you a "follow." Thanks.

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      Titia Geertman 13 days ago from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands

      Thanks for your comment Gina. Spider webs are magic, I wrote an article about them. I haven't seen the film (yet).

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      Gina Welds Hulse 13 days ago from Rockledge, Florida

      I love this!! I have often thought about doing a poem about my dance after walking into a spider's web. Hilarious!! I love taking photos of webs in the mornings when the dew still hangs from them, I consider them art. Recently I have found a lot of them in the grass. I haven't seen the spiders that make them but I am looking.

      Thanks for sharing your poem and photos. I love the second one....It's like something out of a movie. Have you seen Arachnophobia?