The WebA Poem by David Lewis PagetTwo
old spinsters Sitting
in the barn, One
used candlewick The
other used yarn, One
wore a bonnet With
a white lace trim, The
other bobbed her hair With
a dragonfly pin. They
spun and they spun ‘Til
the bobbins were full, They’d
squeeze out the knots Put
a twist in the wool, They
spun through the day And
on through the night And
glared at each other If
it didn’t look right. While
up in the beams Of
the barn overhead Two
spinsters were spinning out A
gossamer thread, They
stared on down With
their little black eyes And
they spun round the bonnet And
the red dragonfly. The
webs floated down Were
glued to each face With
the spinsters spinning At
a frantic pace. The
wheels stopped spinning With
a sudden click-clack As
the spinsters stared At
those eyes, so black. As
the next day dawned They
came to the barn, The
men and the children Of
that little old farm, The
spinsters were spun In
a giant cobweb, As
they sat, eyes staring - They
were stone cold dead! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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