The Spider Yarn Comments

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 :)

(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.)

(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 spider is so creative, hardworking and never gives up, such great qualities to have but also he is arrogant as he is master of his craft to lure his prey to their end. Superb write!

Magic web! To learn more from the spider's yarn. Nice piece of work.

A nice description of a talented spider, beautifully penned by the poetess.

two years after my first comment on this, let me deal more with YOUR poem than with someone else's! ! ! “To trap the spies that cross the bounds.” ……… gee, Valsa, I thought they were trapping FLIES, not SPIES! what is the world coming to? ? ? “To marvel over one's own work” …………why, that’s EXACTLY what I do each time I write something for you and you and you. I MARVEL! ! ! ! ! I’m embarrassed (as much as the bri-guy ever gets embarrassed, that is [never! ]) that I neglected to leave glowing praise for this poem earlier. it DOES deserve it. [or is it just that I know you now, and now I like you SO MUCH? ? ? ]! you’ve made your point. a spider is a marvel at engineering and the ‘silk’ is a miracle of chemistry….or whatever! but I wonder if both sexes (that would be male and female, for those who are not familiar with the word ‘sex’) spin. hmm? I like the webs you describe, especially when covered with dew and sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. there are some spiders (I’ve witnessed) which build a conical tunnel of webbing where they ‘hide’, for example on the surface of a densely foliated bush/shrub, waiting to run out when prey is felt (or seen?) to come in contact with more webbing which is spread over part of the bush near the tunnel opening. this poem has great movement and I do not dislike it even though it lacks a regular rhyme scheme [maybe no rhyme scheme in fact] or humour/humor! at long last I shall send it to MyPoemList. bri :)

the spider yarn is amazing. you write about it so skillfully

valsa, i enjoyed the poem very much. it reminded me of the poem i read long ago about a persistent spider. i have copied it below for others to enjoy. of course i noticed that the poet referred to the creature as an insect. that may have been acceptable in those days but today a spider is in a separate classification, having two more legs than an insect. thanks for sharing. bri BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by: Bernard Barton (1784-1849) OR Scotland's and for freedom's right The Bruce his part has played; - In five successive fields of fight Been conquered and dismayed: Once more against the English host His band he led, and once more lost The meed for which he fought; And now from battle, faint and worn, The homeless fugitive, forlorn, A hut's lone shelter sought. And cheerless was that resting-place For him who claimed a throne; - His canopy, devoid of grace, The rude, rough beams alone; The heather couch his only bed- Yet well I ween had slumber fled From couch of eider down! Through darksome night till dawn of day, Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay Of Scotland and her crown. The sun rose brightly, and its gleam Fell on that hapless bed, And tinged with light each shapeless beam Which roofed the lowly shed; When, looking up with wistful eye, The Bruce beheld a spider try His filmy thread to fling From beam to beam of that rude cot- And well the insect's toilsome lot Taught Scotland's future king. Six times the gossamery thread The wary spider threw; - In vain the filmy line was sped, For powerless or untrue Each aim appeared, and back recoiled The patient insect, six times foiled, And yet unconquered still; And soon the Bruce, with eager eye, Saw him prepare once more to try His courage, strength, and skill. One effort more, his seventh and last! - The hero hailed the sign! - And on the wished-for beam hung fast That slender silken line! Slight as it was, his spirit caught The more than omen; for his thought The lesson well could trace, Which even he who runs may read, That Perseverance gains its meed, And Patience wins the race. Bruce and the Spider is reprinted from Historic Ballads and Poems. Ed. Rupert S. Holland. Philadelphia: George W. Jacobs & Co.,1912. MORE POEMS BY BERNARD BARTON

It`s an irony that though we write about the spider in a proverbially appreciable context, seldom do we humans like the spinner spider. It is arrogant and assumes itself to be a despot at times. The incredible world of honey bees, ants and spiders must make us redesign our masks.