Treasure Island

Jonathan Platt


A Spider's Web


Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.

His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer - a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (2/22/2013 7:03:00 PM)

    I love this one Jonathan, A spider can spin a web ever so intricately.
    Beautiful yet dangerous to the unawares. Well penned. (Report) Reply

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