Spiders Poem by David Wood

Spiders

Rating: 3.9


We’re living in the year of the spider
Of woven golden silken thread
Of sticky drippy weave filled dread
That capture small fly’s that stray.

Cobwebs that spiders climb each day
Up ladders in the sky filled room
That spells a fly’s quiet doom
As the spider toy’s to play.

This is the year of the spider,
All fly’s take note with dread.
You only keep the spider fed
In those cobwebs so enticing to climb.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joan Smith 24 May 2013

Well that sums up the life of a spider. Watch out flies

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Kelvin Owusu 18 April 2013

this can be related to life it self onces fight with self, doubts being the cobwebs and flys being us, if one alouds their fears doubts insecurities overwelm they'll be fed upon. a great write

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 07 April 2013

regard to you in the world of spider with their web a modern poem mat par with modernity

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