Very nice imagery, Vanessa. Thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Sense of foreboding in the last line. The image of kissed air -- brings to mind the idea of the spider's kiss, even with the dew drops clinging to the threads.
I've always found the spider's web to be one of nature's most fascinating spectacles, and considered them to be pretty solid proof of the existence of God. It's tough to do justice to such complex, utilitarian, deadly form of beauty, especially with so few words, but you proved yourself up to the task. This poem is a most refined and elegant form of literary brevity .
very good description of a spider laying in wait for it's prey. I can see it so plainly, I have a weapon handy to swat the thing with. eeeekkk. Ver good. look forward to reading more of your work. Have to thank James for directing me in your direction.
I read this four times and then it dawned on me IT'S ABOUT A SPIDER WEB!!! ewwww
(as I look out my window and watch a tarantula trotting towards my car with a jimmy rod to steal it.) Hate spiders... hate them hate them and they hate me. So far though I've only seen one black widow here and in Arizona that was the main spider everywhere.
This depicts the web very clearly, sorry I know that I"m just slow. Once I realized what it was I could see that thing sitting there waiting for me to come and get caught in that web and then biten. I'm very appealing to spiders I think.
Excellent work, Vanessa!
Original and interesting depiction of the spider web in the photo.
I really like 'clear cut center', 'omniscient nerves'.
Overall, very good writing and imagery.
Vanessa, I really liked this cinquain. Wrting this as if we we being warned of this spider watching us, luring us into a trap, just waiting was just plain brilliant. Excellent imagery and I think your last line really pulled it all together. Good work!-Catrina
Very nice imagery, Vanessa. Thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Sense of foreboding in the last line. The image of kissed air -- brings to mind the idea of the spider's kiss, even with the dew drops clinging to the threads.
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