Spider Poem by Morgan Michaels


Rating: 5.0

Your grip upon the silken cord grows weak
you pluck them something now like zither strings
It must be strange with no employ of wings
to hang between the moon and quiet lake.
Time and times again we're warned of the web
the livid maw that lurks at the wild center
I conclude that what we love we dread
and what we dread we love and long to enter.
I open duty's circle with a kiss
and on the prison of the sky turn key
to show the vistas vast of nothingness
that, after all, our hearts long most to see
and seizing in a spider's dark caress
you apprehend, at last, your fantasy.

Valerie Dohren 02 March 2012

Love this one, but don`t like spiders! !

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 April 2019

Your observation on spider is very powerful. An amazingly expressed poem is interestingly drafted and shared.10

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Bri Edwards 15 August 2015

i've never made love to a spider before, but i wouldn't reject one if she were comely enough. i appreciate the rhyming. the story is a bit bizarre/different. that's ok. bri :)

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Tammy Ashton 15 December 2014

Beautiful, we encounter many spiders's webs in life.

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Brian Jani 14 July 2014

man you are a skilled writer and many can learn a thing or two from your poetry.Bravo! !

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Sara Fielder 09 September 2012

Oh Morgan, I do admire this one very much. I wish I had written it.

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