tell me madam spider
how it feels when I touch down
onto your inviting web
tell me how quickly you sense my entanglement
and which moment in your haste
that you size me up as your meal
I want to know where the love lies in your work
I, your afternoon prey
your bagged haul
your netted catch of the day
your ashamed admirer
I, suicide bomber
the sacrificial lamb
commissioned by your victims' dearly beloveds
armed with camouflaged casks
of lethal arachnid potion
I anticipate your doom as certainly as you anticipate mine
seemingly here by foolish mistake
I have a purpose with you, madam
when you sink your pincer fangs into my flesh
and proceed to drain my fluids
you will find yourself very quickly ill
and here by my side madam
your reign of terror will extinguish
while across the way in a corner
we might catch a glint from the bulging eyes
of the carcass shell
that was once your mate
ravaged to his fate by you
in this web he helped to craft
he will know that sometimes, madam spider,
an appropriate justice is served
and still
I want to know where the love lies in your work
simply it burns brilliant by the imagery of love latching on to mystery, wonderful write,10++++, thanks for sharing
I hope you don't mean any of us women contributers.(I've written quite a few love poems not for display.)
Oh, Lee, I am so glad you got outside of that box. Your poem was sublime (and somewhat scary) . As always, you are a master.
fine and provoking.......justice n injustice like two sides of a coin..........swindling indeed ur multiple thoughts injecting slowly and sweetly.... rgrds/salu
A different outlook at spider, wonderfully dealt with. Very interestingly narrated. This is what is called true poetics.
a true exemplification of the concept outside the box you have woven a gossamer of fine images
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very well written piece, leaves the second part of the ambiguity to the reader? well done lee