Spider.

Two or three Strands one Metre from

a Tree

Sloping to the Main Web -

& Spun in the Windy Sea,

Sat, The Spider.

Precariously connected half a metre

away on the other side,

To a Lavender,

Vicariously Weaved, Finished and

done - & Waiting

In the Weak Autumn Sun.

​

In the Middle of the Garden

So all the Wind blew through it

No Protection from the Weather

Whatsoever! -

& Sat there in the Middle of

the Web.

Brave and Hungry as the Wind

Blew on

Solitary sleep on the Wind,

in its Bed.

​

Beware the Flies of the

slumbering Lure,

that lies so close in its

Windy Moor -

The Spider that Floats in its

Windy Web,

with one Eye Open

& no Feet on the Floor.

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(Written Entry for The For National Poetry Competition 2011)