Each morning I am greeted in the garden with the web of a Golden Orb spider. They are huge, both the web and the spider and her nighttime labor stretches across the garden path. Usually I am wary and duck under but often I am caught and struggle free before I am wrapped up and stored away for later consumption. Loved the poem!
Each morning I am greeted in the garden with the web of a Golden Orb spider. They are huge, both the web and the spider and her nighttime labor stretches across the garden path. Usually I am wary and duck under but often I am caught and struggle free before I am wrapped up and stored away for later consumption. Loved the poem!
ReplyDeletei love the rhythm in this piece..like the clickety-clack of knitting needles..making a web..jae
ReplyDeleteWell done. It is no mean feat getting the three words into a limerick!
ReplyDeletea beautiful ode to a spider.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteI had to read it twice
To notice it was
A Limerick.
But I still don't like spiders!
Cheers!
JzB
Very well done. I especially liked "as lightly as a sigh". I had an Orb spider on my deck the other day that fit this piece perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI'm much too lazy to survive as a spider. Love the line "light as a sigh" !
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