One look, I shook
She terrified me
Her, tapping on her web
With a bite,she paralysed me
Her prey, praying to be dead
She spun a web around me
A shroud of the finest thread
Then dragged me to her larder
Hanging
Fresh meat upon a thread
Face to face I saw her
A crown of glistening eyes
Tears full of compassion
Like a lover with her lies
I hung, a silent nightmare
Dreaming I was dead
I woke upon the threshold
Of her slicing off my head
<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 27th Aug 2017 08:48
if I could write the sound one makes when a shiver runs down the spine I would. Excellent stuff Desmond.
Sat 26th Aug 2017 08:51
Thank you for your feedback Patricia, I'm glad you like the darkness. It is a bit grim. ?
patricia Hughes
Sat 26th Aug 2017 00:28
I love the darkness in this poem.Brilliant.
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DESMOND CHILDS
Sun 27th Aug 2017 19:58
Thank you Colin. I'm glad you enjoyed it.