The Spider Yarn Poem by Valsa George
The Spider Yarn
The spider spins his magic web,
With dexterous skill too hard to beat,
Each yarn so carefully knit,
In crisscross fashion, amazing to view.
Like a fabric buoyant in the air,
His gossamer kingdom hangs afloat,
Supported on leaves, twigs or walls,
It stays intact, never crumbling down.
At the centre, he proudly dwells,
Like the monarch of a vast empire,
With discreet vigil, he keeps alert,
To trap the spies that cross the bounds.
The arrogant despot never allows,
Intrusion from anyone around,
Those who dare to trespass his terrain,
Are meted out with the penalty of death.
Perchance if any strand is loose,
He repairs it all at once,
Never waits for the time to pass,
Or seeks help from anyone else.
If his domain is blown amiss,
With stunning speed he sets to work,
Never ready to accept defeat,
He goes on weaving his web anew.
The spiralling spider in his web,
Spins the thread of a ‘mysterious yarn',
With an edifying moral for you and me,
To marvel over one's own work.
(cont.) we have a spider (or did) in a small bathroom window, inside, which create(s/d) a 'web' which resembles finely-woven fabric, such as might cover an exotic dancer, without really hiding her body. i mean a human dancer! some other spiders form funnel-shaped tunnels at the outer edges of dense bushes; i have sometimes peered into a tunnel and seen a spider lurking, ready to pounce on trespassers. (cont.)
i think the poem is FANTASTIC. are we SURE Valsa wrote it and not BRI? ! i'm not sure what the spies would be spying on, but if they are fly-spies, they'd better Watch Out! . Their spying days may be over. actually i THINK, ....though i've never asked a spider about it, ..that the spider encourages 'spies', especially spying flies, but also bees, bugs, and moths, to enter the 'bounds', where they will soon be bound and sucked dry of their bodily fluids! ! yummy! (cont.)
It's a great poem, a poem of substance! My favorite lines: Like a fabric buoyant in the air/His gossamer kingdom hangs afloat/Supported on leaves, twigs or walls/It stays intact, never crumbling down........thanks dear madam for sharing!
you have woven an intriguing tale of the spider in this lovely poem. procrastination is not in his vocabulary, and without some arrogance he will not survive. thanks Valsa-10
The spiralling spider in his web, Spins the thread of a ‘mysterious yarn', With an edifying moral for you and me, To marvel over one's own work......touching expression with nice theme. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.10
p.p.s. i see my last (before this) comment is now registering as having been sent (in My Postings) . this comment and the last one were the only ones for which PH did not 'require' me to enter a member name first! ! bri :)
i've sent 4 or more comments today to this page; one has showed up so far, while NONE have yet to show up when i go to Member Services and look at my Postings! hmmm? bri :)
p.s. HEY! ! ! i just noticed i had left comments on this poem in 2013 and 2015 also. see you in 2020? ? ? bri :)
(cont.) and i found this online: Females are the ones who usually build webs. It is generally accepted in the arachnological literature that female spiders build typical webs, while males do no web-building other than that required for courtship and sperm induction. heh-heh. way to go, guys. AND: Wolf spiders, both male and female, don't make a web at all. They are ambush predators. bri :)
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(cont.) i think i read and saw photo(s) once of HUGE webs between utility poles and overhead wires along a street in Brazil, created by LOTS of spiders, like a 'spider city of spider citizens'! ! perhaps i already said: to MyPoemList. (cont.)