Black Widow Iris. Such a vicious, indeed deadly image is conjured up but do not judge it.

iris legs

Long blade-like leaves, ribbon thin strips of grass green switches

Of long gangling spider legs, bent at the joints under its own weight.

The metatarsus, tibia and femur reach up, bend, the claws feeling the ground

And rising in the centre, its strengthened stem erect and strong,

The sternum and coxa, sit atop, its leggy leaves scuttling around.

Deep funereal mauve but at the same time, richly royal robes

Like a flowing train trailing behind the bride,

Sit demurely at the edge, a gentle yellow dash pierces the dark

Like a stinging slash from the palpus; a quick flick of colour.

iris flower (2)

The three petals, an equilateral triangle surround

Supporting the cabbage green and yellow of the three piece flower.

The concave and convex and symmetry emanating from the core

Inviting the pollinating guests, guiding them in,

Enticing them as might the Black Widow Spider.

But unless you should ingest its beauty

There is no danger here,

Just the exquisite beauty of a Black Widow Iris.


About Sophia Moseley

Freelance Copywriter, Feature Writer and Author. Looking for that illusive job that every working mother craves but surviving, just, on what I can find. My writing and poetry keeps my sane. Watch this space.
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