ON SPIDERS

Spiders give themselves another chance in worlds where they Create

“Allowables” - Nikki GIovanni

I killed a spider
Not a murderous brown recluse

Nor even a black widow

And if the truth were told this

Was only a small

Sort of papery spider

Who should have run

When I picked up the book

But she didn’t

And she scared me

And I smashed her

I don’t think

I’m allowed

To kill something

Because I am

Frightened

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My response is below:)

“Woe of Spiders //” - me (old version)

Spiders dreamed of song and dance
Lamenting epochs gone, now past
Recanting they do not last
On battlegrounds of their brethren

When time and Spiders crept on
For blue-grey pastures of their own
Fathered beings all anew
To break raw soils with strength more true

Alas, our tricksters’ great stand
Creations ner woman nor man
Strength given image their own
Of rhyme and song and bones outshone

The goblin child is their breed
On traps and riddles do they bleed
New worlds a’given over
To masters who are composers

Tricksters’ style is song and dance
Like Creators of times gone past
Woe to those opposed afield
Strange magics do the children wield

Silver tongues need not worry
Of warfare, verse is their glory
Find Spiders’ world
Where no such thing
Claims throne greater than word, their king