Female Spider Poem by Gert Strydom

Female Spider



Her web gleams like the spokes of a bicycle,
she weaves her own pattern out of her soul
as a decagon that she keeps rolling out,
out of her inner silver shiny pivot
and in the wind lightly the wires tremble
until a insect of moth struggle therein
and she destroys it with her deadly jaws.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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