A Conflict Of Interests

A collaboration with Judy Ponceby :D We each named it differently--her title is The Arachnidan Araneide and the Musca Domestica.

As the fiery teardrop of evening

Bursts upon the horizon,

I weave my iron hammock,

All eyes glittering in

Ravenous anticipation.

I and the shadows collude darkly--

Awaiting your arrival.

 

Wending my way
Through fruited garden
In search of treasure
I take without pardon.

To land from aloft 
On warm steamy goo
Tasting with delight
This joyous poo.

And once quite sated
I move on
To cooler climes
This garden spawned.

 

Glinting temptingly,

My steely dinner plate

Stretches limb

To limb.

And soon--

My bulbous stomach

Churns in delight--

It is you that will be

Stretched limb

From limb.

 

Buzzing about
Out of the Sun,
Feel the foreboding 
Dampening my fun.

There's a vibe in the air
That makes me shiver.
Setting my hairs
all quite a-quiver.

For all the eye facets
sitting in my head,
I still miss the trap
set out dead ahead.

I can feel your approach--

A barely discernible thrumming

That agitates the threads of my

Handiwork.

My mandibles quiver

And drip

In excitement while

The winds soughs secretively

Through the evening,

Whispering you towards

My gullet.

 

Evasive maneuvers
They have no effect.
Tangled in this web,
"Oh, What the Heck!"

Wings rasping loudly
Trying to break free,
When suddenly I sense
What could only be...

My enemy most Arch
Evil eyes a-glitter
Racing down wires
Oh, how he skitters.

I laugh inwardly,

Hungrily,

As my supercilious stare

Condescends upon you.

Escape?

The very thought insults me.

Your frantic buzzes,

Imploringly urgent,

Evoke nothing from me.

Implausible and impossible,

Your continued survival is made

Increasingly improbable

As my constraints surround your

Thrashing wings.

How I struggle to be free

As you come quite near

Your fangs how they glitter

How plump is your rear.

 

Feeling the terror

deep in my being

Wings wrapped fast

In silken sheeting.

 

Quailing at the certainty

With which you approach.

And yet, a flicker of  hope

When shadows encroach.

 

An agitation of the wind,

A vibration less susurrous

Than that which the night

Should betray,

Causes me to freeze in

Apprehension.

As my struggling supper

Loses even the dregs of my attention,

The faint glow of the night

Is changed--

More swiftly than the

Rasping of leather wings

On a midnight silence

Or the warm, mammalian

Bite of all that the 

Darkness contains--

To the ubiquitous blackness

Of nonexistence.

As luck would have it

My executioner has failed

To finish me off,

And so I must regale

 

My frenemies

with a delightful tale

Being saved by fate

In moonlight pale.

 

Now, if only I were able

To free myself from

This quite dreadful mess

Wound about me bum....

Bzzt.

My consciousness

Crushed to

Confused

How?

I can't feel my

I hear mumbling

Thunder

Nature's laugh

Irony.

Author's Note

If you have read much of our writings, it should be fairly simple to tell who is writing what. If you haven't..go read some of hers :) it's quite fantastic :D oh, and you can read some of mine, as well. :)

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Apparently, Chris utilized his "Hallmark Almost All-occasion Review Collection."
For this to be "a beautiful poem...we can all relate to," your readership would have to consist of spiders, flies and bats--and to certain of them, it certainly wouldn't be seem all that "beautiful."
Now, except for certain "pre-fatherhood activities," I have never enjoyed collaborations. You two, however, have apparently made co-authoring look good. As far as I know, Ben, you and Judy are still speaking--and you've undoubtedly managed to come up with a well-written, delightfully intriguing poem.
Congratulations! (Unfortunately, I can't "relate to" either of you.)