A Spider in My Shower
It’s been a little serious around here the last few days. I figure a nominal poetry head-fake ought to brighten things up.
Mostly, it’s just that time of year, and it seems this is my story every single morning.
::
Belly bloats
and eight legs
dangle, jet eyes
peer hollow
as I step in
Unclad, unarmed
I can only admire
the hammock
you knit
overnight
Plush, yet you
find no rest in its
berth
You stretch out
lacy sheets
and await
innocence
to fall in
and die
::
Reposting for your amusement this morning. Original post with the backstory here.
yeah! to your head fake… it worked. =) Personally, I became an old, crotchety, southern woman myself this week. But it was a great diversion play.
I find it interesting you make no mention of annihilating the web design, just admiring it. Makes me want to sing The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
2011/10/24 at 7:55 AM
I did wash it down the drain, eventually, like I do all the others. But I do recall letting this one go on for a while, at least long enough to let something else happen.
2011/10/24 at 8:13 AM
Lyla, there are so many delightful facets to your person. Who knew you wrote poetry? About spiders, of all things!
Reminds me of the time my daughter sent her younger brother upstairs to wake us up and tell us there was a spider in her shower. Sent the whole house into uproar. If only I’d had the presence of mind to tell her to write a poem about it and let us get back to sleep.
2011/10/24 at 8:07 AM
I have a friend who would get on quite well with your daughter…
2011/10/24 at 8:14 AM
You washed it down the drain as with the others? What if this is the same itsy-bitsy spider that keeps crawling up your water spout?
2011/10/24 at 11:55 AM
When are you going to write a poem about the bat?
Dad
2011/10/24 at 6:32 PM
Well, since I actually hack out a poem about, oh, once a year, maybe when I’m 52?
In my defense, I did reference bats on the Frio post.
2011/10/24 at 7:58 PM
I second the motion for a poem about bats.
2011/10/25 at 8:29 AM
I have a thing about spiders. When we were young newlyweds, our apartment had to be fumigated twice. It’s not fun waking up to eight huge legs perched on your spouse’s pillow.
2011/10/24 at 8:38 PM
He he he read this and then the original story, and found it difficult not to laugh. I could almost see Elizabeth paralyzed with sheer terror and barely able to say anything coherent. Can’t quite understand this irrational fear of spiders or bats. I have been tempted to get a couple of bat houses but methinks some of the neighbors might object. And for the record I do have a fear, it’s helicopters, had a very bad experience when I was in my early teens.
2011/10/24 at 8:48 PM
Love this.
It’s funny what happens when we wait long enough to let somthing else happen, hmm?
2011/10/25 at 9:01 AM