Ode to a Spider

who hung her web from my porch lamp

Intimately you come, tiny weaver,
through silver veils of morning,

spinning your orb in rhythm
with life, the cobwebbed sky,
trees netted in fog, October-like

while I, tangled in a world
directed by Tim Burton, 
observe your Danse Macabre,
promises of longevity broken

until the sun sweeps the mist
and threads the view with diamonds
of dew -- ethereal, beautiful,

like you, my uninvited
but welcomed guest,
hanging your silken castle
from a porch lamp.

My home is your home.
Both are temporary.

Reviews

[Hi]

Very nice. It conveys imagery and emotion and does it well poetically. Thanks.

[Another Relic]

You have some great skills at poetry. I love the detail.

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks for the lovey review!

[Robert Haigh]

Nicely penned. Poetic and rather poignant.

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks very much for reading and commenting, Robert!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I had the unique pleasure of actually witnessing a spider weave its web one windy day, outside my bedroom window. I couldn't believe the back and forth motion he mind-numbingly went through, all the while combating a light rain and persistent wind. So much to endure for such a small creature, for what was truly a temporary home.

"until the sun sweeps the mist
and threads the view with diamonds
of dew -- ethereal, beautiful,"

Your signature articulation gave this a brilliance that could match any Tiffany display, Lisa!

[Lisa Lindsey]

I’ve always appreciated the artistry of spiders, Kelly. And Charlotte’s Web confirmed my admiration of them. Thanks so much!

[Lydia Shutter]

Nice to see a poem from you, Lisa. As always, the imagery is stunning in your poetry. Be well. Lydia

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thank you Lydi! Took me a long time to get here, but here I am. I’m looking forward to reading you again, too.

[Sumit Ganguly]

Fantasy, dance of death and metaphor- three in one. Nice.

[Lisa Lindsey]

Thanks very much!