Enmeshed

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Enmeshed.

 

Dawn's light today uncurtained Autumn
as more than just berry-laden.
Hedgerows, tho treasure-festooned saw
overnight much skein-transformation.

 

Thinnest of jewel-plates, silver-lace doilies
now dither in lofty profusion.
From twig to overhung leaves like tin-foil
spun-gilt hovers held fast by wet dew.

 

Pearl-strung, breath-taking mats of finely
worked high-wire-engineering.
Criss-crossed gossamers stunningly timed 
by arachnid's masterful feats.

 

Dangling traps, sun-caught and floating
with wrought-iron cunning craft.
Firm-as-steel structures uniquely coated
for watching stuck wing's final action.

 

Spidery expert-precision took diamanté
last night and spun to distraction.
Death-designed nets of intricate lattice
a visitor's struggle quickly wraps.

 

Shimmering dazzle captures those who
attract eyes with futile gyrations.
So few escape guile of predator allure
for a fly cannot estimate such bait.

 

Savage the end to enmeshed movement
by unwise entry to artful webbed beauty.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2020 03:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    Yes, I don't like to destroy spider's webs, after all the time they've taken to spin it. Unless we walk into them by accident some mornings.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Yes I agree dear friend - these webs have a beauty we hate to destroy except by accident - thank you for your read and in-put.

    • Neville


      this is quite beautifully and intricately crafted .. and whilst I would never harm one ... you just sent a shiver down me spine ......

      • Fay Slimm.

        Hope that shiver has left you by now Nev - - yes the reason for spinning only a hungry spider can give - - - - glad you liked the effort at metaphor though.............x

      • Goldfinch60

        Natures Art at is brilliance as Autumn comes into our lives, so much art for which to look forward to in the new few months.

        Andy

        • Fay Slimm.

          Nature has art if only we look - oh how I agree dear Andy - thank you so much for your visit and comment.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          BRIAN HERE ~ Good Sunday FAY ! Ahhhhh SPIDER WEB ! As an Environmental Scientist I am aware of the beaty & importance of SPIDERS and SPIDER WEBS are on one of my faves especially in Winter ~ awesome ! Often overlooked and destroyed by the swish of a hedgetrimmer ! Angela & I were visiting WOODBRIDGE ~ Artisan Village near Ipswich - with our neice Charlotte (3). We were ebjoying a cream tea in an alfresco Court Yard Cafe when Charlotte kept saying Spider Web - Spider Web we couldnt see it so she pointed it out on the pot plant on the Table. It was exquisite ! *Out of the Mouths of Babes !* I have an ACROSTIC SONNET on a Spider Webs which I will post in the week ! Thnks for sharing the *Beauty of Nature* in the midst of a Pandemic ! Must be the Cornish Air & Ice Cream - that keeps you so Young & Calm.

          Blessings & Joy & Peace & Love
          Angela - Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛

          • Fay Slimm.

            What an interesting comment on what children observe when Nature leaves us its art - thanks Brian for sharing young Charlotte's insistence on showing you a close and beautiful web.

          • Michael Edwards

            Oh Fay
            what can I say
            the words you display
            have made my day.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Oh kind Sir so sublime is your rhyming - - am delighted that what you read about spiders and webs you liked...........

            • MendedFences27

              The Spider's Web, often the intention of the phrase is indicate a mystery. Why? Because the physical spider's web is a mystery. Stronger than steel and yet artfully beautiful, science has no answer. Oh, and don't forget deadly as a trap for the spider's survival.
              Your poem captures all these attributes and itself is beautiful. - Phil A.

            • L. B. Mek

              reads like a poetic minute-by-minute account of an eye witness statement,
              as wonderfully majestic as ever



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