The web has done its job
sticky strings trap
fragile wings in
threads of oblivion
The spider
eight legs furiously winding
she's an old grandma
with her ball of yarn
The moth
little mummy
silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise.
submitted for We Write Poems, #77, In An Instant
and Gooseberry Garden, Nature
10 comments:
"silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise."
Simply the most beautiful thing I have read in a great long while. Perfectly strung words. :)
Gruesome and beautiful. Very good images! I can picture the spider hard at work.
clear and vivid imagery,
you have detective eyes, thanks for sharing such a lovely piece.
Happy Poetry Picnic.
Oh my! I can see this so vividly, Lola! What an awesome write. Well done!
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I just love those dwindling lines.... Perfect.
shivers...perhaps the grandkids are coming over...smiles.
animated wrote.
love it.
As always you paint a picture with your words. Beautiful.
" ... silky death dress
Such a tiny
perfect
demise."
Awesome imagery ~~ well done!
Excellent wording! It wove a deliciously sticky web of a story. :)
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