Valsa George

The Spider Yarn - Poem by Valsa George

The spider spins his magic web,
With dexterous skill too hard to beat,
Each yarn so carefully knit,
In crisscross fashion, amazing to view.

Like a fabric buoyant in the air,
His gossamer kingdom hangs afloat,
Supported on leaves, twigs or walls,
It stays intact, never crumbling down.

At the centre, he proudly dwells,
Like the monarch of a vast empire,
With discreet vigil, he keeps alert,
To trap the spies that cross the bounds.

The arrogant despot never allows,
Intrusion from anyone around,
Those who dare to trespass his terrain,
Are meted out with the penalty of death.

Perchance if any strand is loose,
He repairs it all at once,
Never waits for the time to pass,
Or seeks help from anyone else.

If his domain is blown amiss,
With stunning speed he sets to work,
Never ready to accept defeat,
He goes on weaving his web anew.

The spiralling spider in his web,
Spins the thread of a ‘mysterious yarn',
With an edifying moral for you and me,
To marvel over one's own work.

Comments about The Spider Yarn by Valsa George

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (2/9/2018 12:58:00 AM)

    It's a great poem, a poem of substance! My favorite lines: Like a fabric buoyant in the air/His gossamer kingdom hangs afloat/Supported on leaves, twigs or walls/It stays intact, never crumbling down........thanks dear madam for sharing! (Report) Reply

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  • (7/1/2016 1:07:00 AM)

    you have woven an intriguing tale of the spider in this lovely poem.
    procrastination is not in his vocabulary, and without some arrogance he will not survive.
    thanks Valsa-10
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  • Hazel Durham (4/1/2016 8:45:00 AM)

    The spider is so creative, hardworking and never gives up, such great qualities to have but also he is arrogant as he is master of his craft to lure his prey to their end.
    Superb write!
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/1/2016 8:19:00 AM)

    Magic web! To learn more from the spider's yarn. Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (12/15/2015 1:26:00 AM)

    A nice description of a talented spider, beautifully penned by the poetess. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (5/21/2015 7:14:00 PM)

    two years after my first comment on this, let me deal more with YOUR poem than with someone else's! ! !

    “To trap the spies that cross the bounds.” ……… gee, Valsa, I thought they were trapping FLIES, not SPIES! what is the world coming to? ? ?

    “To marvel over one's own work” …………why, that’s EXACTLY what I do each time I write something for you and you and you. I MARVEL! ! ! ! !

    I’m embarrassed (as much as the bri-guy ever gets embarrassed, that is [never! ]) that I neglected to leave glowing praise for this poem earlier. it DOES deserve it. [or is it just that I know you now, and now I like you SO MUCH? ? ? ]!
    you’ve made your point. a spider is a marvel at engineering and the ‘silk’ is a miracle of chemistry….or whatever! but I wonder if both sexes (that would be male and female, for those who are not familiar with the word ‘sex’) spin. hmm?
    I like the webs you describe, especially when covered with dew and sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.

    there are some spiders (I’ve witnessed) which build a conical tunnel of webbing where they ‘hide’, for example on the surface of a densely foliated bush/shrub, waiting to run out when prey is felt (or seen?) to come in contact with more webbing which is spread over part of the bush near the tunnel opening.

    this poem has great movement and I do not dislike it even though it lacks a regular rhyme scheme [maybe no rhyme scheme in fact] or humour/humor! at long last I shall send it to MyPoemList.

    bri :)
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  • Heather Wilkins (8/4/2013 5:21:00 PM)

    the spider yarn is amazing. you write about it so skillfully (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (7/2/2013 2:25:00 PM)

    valsa, i enjoyed the poem very much. it reminded me of the poem i read long ago about a persistent spider. i have copied it below for others to enjoy. of course i noticed that the poet referred to the creature as an insect. that may have been acceptable in those days but today a spider is in a separate classification, having two more legs than an insect. thanks for sharing. bri


    by: Bernard Barton (1784-1849)

    OR Scotland's and for freedom's right
    The Bruce his part has played; -
    In five successive fields of fight
    Been conquered and dismayed:
    Once more against the English host
    His band he led, and once more lost
    The meed for which he fought;
    And now from battle, faint and worn,
    The homeless fugitive, forlorn,
    A hut's lone shelter sought.

    And cheerless was that resting-place
    For him who claimed a throne; -
    His canopy, devoid of grace,
    The rude, rough beams alone;
    The heather couch his only bed-
    Yet well I ween had slumber fled
    From couch of eider down!
    Through darksome night till dawn of day,
    Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay
    Of Scotland and her crown.

    The sun rose brightly, and its gleam
    Fell on that hapless bed,
    And tinged with light each shapeless beam
    Which roofed the lowly shed;
    When, looking up with wistful eye,
    The Bruce beheld a spider try
    His filmy thread to fling
    From beam to beam of that rude cot-
    And well the insect's toilsome lot
    Taught Scotland's future king.

    Six times the gossamery thread
    The wary spider threw; -
    In vain the filmy line was sped,
    For powerless or untrue
    Each aim appeared, and back recoiled
    The patient insect, six times foiled,
    And yet unconquered still;
    And soon the Bruce, with eager eye,
    Saw him prepare once more to try
    His courage, strength, and skill.

    One effort more, his seventh and last! -
    The hero hailed the sign! -
    And on the wished-for beam hung fast
    That slender silken line!
    Slight as it was, his spirit caught
    The more than omen; for his thought
    The lesson well could trace,
    Which even he who runs may read,
    That Perseverance gains its meed,
    And Patience wins the race.

    Bruce and the Spider is reprinted from Historic Ballads and Poems. Ed. Rupert S. Holland. Philadelphia: George W. Jacobs & Co.,1912.

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  • (8/30/2012 8:36:00 AM)

    It`s an irony that though we write about the spider in a proverbially appreciable context, seldom do we humans like the spinner spider. It is arrogant and assumes itself to be a despot at times.
    The incredible world of honey bees, ants and spiders must make us redesign our masks.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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