Treasure Island

Chukwuemeka Ekemezie


Trance


Exhausted from work one day
I fell into a trance.
In the filmy canvas of the roof
I saw a hairy, fiery spider
Weaving intricate filaments.
Step by step
His empire grew
Until it covered the whole roof.
His work done,
The old, wily spider
Strode majestically
To his throne,
Resting on elongated stilts.
Then a flustered
Little fly
Flung its body violently
On the wispy trap deployed.

She could barely struggle,
As every move caused her more trouble.
The spider was ready
To eat his prey.
Then I awoke,
And saw that I
Was the very fly

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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