Spider Art…a mathematical formula or random weaves? I love a spider’s web first thing.

How many minutes, how many hours do you take to weave

Your sticky threads, a ladder stretched; you leave

A ready trap to capture passing prey.

I wonder if there is a ‘best time of the day’

When you are sure of something to fulfil

Your appetite; you’re ready for the kill.

web2

But when I come across your lair where you lie in wait

To see what flies into your snare to meet their fate,

I cannot help but marvel at your skill

Of making such an art in what you kill.

For art it is, no matter what you say,

Especially when I see it early in the day.

reasonable web

For in the misty dew of early morn,

Not long after birdsong heralds dawn,

When my house is steadfast in their sleep

And I, down stairs, in stealth do silent creep.

And quietly step outside and gaze,

The sun is sharp and fresh, the mist a haze.

web with sunshine

And there I see the strands and strings that shine,

Each silken thread so delicate and fine

Is laced with dew-drop jewels that glint and gleam;

Intricate patterns, the radius to the seam.

The sunshine bright and newly lit

Now highlights every link you made to fit.

How many minutes, how many hours do you take to weave?

I wonder, as the fly is trapped; I leave.

web1

Advertisements

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.
This entry was posted in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s