Barry Middleton


Black Widow - Poem by Barry Middleton

I watched a spider climb a wall,
I watched her crawl down again
and voices whispered for a call,
that's all there is for men.
I sit and watch the day go up
and watch the clock go down,
it seems my blood runs down a rut
to oceans without sound.
The spider climbed to find a fly,
crawled down to stop and think
and wonder that a day went by
to end in sunset pink.
You are a lucky one I said,
small thoughts - no joy, no dread.
But then I saw beneath a leg
a simple trace of red,
an hourglass that did not beg.
I knew she did not care to know
her sun was going down.
She raised her back as if to show
defenses that were sound.
But I was cursed a larger brain
that knows no sting of man
can stay a day from its decline
or grant him greater span.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death


Comments about Black Widow by Barry Middleton

  • Kelly Kurt Kelly Kurt (4/29/2016 2:00:00 PM)

    Last winter, I found a black widow in the kitchen. I caught it and kept it in a jar for months, feeding it ants and small flies I'd catch. I would stare at it, even using a magnifying glass. About this time last year, I went to look at it inside its web covered receptacle, and it was dead. I had intended to release it outside when the weather was suitable, but held off because I enjoyed looking at it every day. I actually became quite attached and was very upset (I wrote a poem about the experience.) I ended up burying it in my shade garden. (Report) Reply

    Barry Middleton Barry Middleton (4/29/2016 4:46:00 PM)

    Interesting story. Thanks for the rating.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 29, 2016



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