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Poem - Spiders In My Head

Titia is interested in photography, poetry, family, art, dogs, cats, insects, wildlife, history, war, camping, writing, and the environment.

Spider web

Spider web

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

© 2017 Titia Geertman

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