I will return early January.
You need to know that I live all alone,
Although I don’t work at the weaver’s trade.
Harmony comes from being on my own;
This is fine – It’s just the way I was made.
My inspiration is the solitude,
Though visits on occasion are alright.
A good friend who calls has the fortitude
To spend some time with me every fortnight.
Nonetheless she left for a holiday,
Yes she was missed during this interlude.
Then a new guest arrived, wanted to stay;
I, socially inept, could not be rude.
He was a very quiet type, my guest.
We were never formally introduced.
For me acceptance was certainly best,
So rules of etiquette were not produced.
This strong and silent type I called Harry
Appeared reluctant to utter a word.
About a handshake we did not tarry;
Since this requirement would have been absurd.
He was generally undemanding
This made my embarrassment less acute,
He took up a corner without thanking;
I just had to accept Harry was mute.
In the end I valued my companion;
Giving in to his presence with good grace.
Yes this alliance defied convention;
Why can’t odd relationships have their place?
I’m not sure it was summer or winter
When Harry disappeared without a trace.
I was just lonely and felt some anger;
Still I left the corner free just in case…
Then one day, how to put this - glory be;
While why my friend had come back was obscure,
It was true Harry had returned and he
Released me from my disquiet once more.
Now you think I’m weird or something wilder:
Therefore need the services of a quack.
Yet you ought to meet my mate the spider
Because now Harry the huntsman is back.
EPILOGUE:
Harry stayed and his company was great,
Then I found out he’d discovered a mate,
In fact Harry was Harriet and she
Produced a whole tribe to look after me…
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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Huntsmans in Australia are large (for a spider). As the common name implies, they don't build webs but 'hunt' for their food. Actually there doesn't appear to be much activity, as they seem to adopt a 'sit and wait' strategy. One has occasionally turned up at my place, snuggled in behind a picture on my wall and strolled out occasionally to see how the world is progressing. Did me no harm, was not evicted.
May Harriet's family bring you joy and happiness and more words like these Dave.
Andy
I'm not at all sure about this at all, Andy: I'm not a party goer and not much of a host either. I'm not sure I could cope with a massive cohort of guests. I think It might test my limited repertoire of social skills to the limit.
Regards, Dave
P.S. I don't know how to break this to you gently, but there could conceivably be a smidgen of imaginative interpretation in the main text!!!
Only a smidgen? I don't believe that Dave.😂
Andy
What an interesting read and a surprising end to the tale of Harry the Huntsman and his comings and goings - love the rhythmic humour in this engaging story Dave and look forward to reading more of your work soon.
Wow! A communication from on high, one of the elite! (Don't take me tooo seriously - you should know I've usually got a whole load of tongue in my cheek most of the time - a lot cheek!).Thanks for calling - I do feel better with good feedback. You are welcome to my back catalogue also - should you not have found it.
Thanks once more, Fay - take care over there.
Dave
Wow this was a fantastic super interlude with the glories of solitude and quietness very enticing the way you describe it. And whether Harry was a spider or a human visitor it was fun to read of. I like to think it was about a spider as I admire and revere spiders a lot.
Thanks for calling s.z - the flowers (and puss), you shouldn't have...... hint: a bottle would have been acceptable.
Can confirm spider - it left my end OK, so if the message got twisted in it's journey to you I hope you can do the correction at your end.
Spiders eh? Let's have more on spiders (in verse of course!)- there's a bloke further up this thread who needs to get his wife back behind the sofa while he gets his tea in peace.
Regards Dave
Wife behind the sofa lol if my hubby put me there I would scratch him like a cat in fury lol. Do this was a poem about a spider visitor or human I'm still not sure.😊
So I'm sure your husband knows the score, and treats you with double lined kid gloves, s.z (I don't want to appear over familiar, but is there anything , any other short form name I could address you with?)
Let's get this clear now before I get exhausted: My visitor was a SPIDER very much as described in the opening comment authored by me plus 'a smidgen of imaginative interpretation in the main text!!!' as per the third entry in this comments column.
Now to business: I'm looking forward to your spider story - or hopefully a full series soon . Please don't let me down.
Regards Dave
Loved reading this Dave, an excellent bit of storytelling.
I have an affinity with spiders myself, must be because I am a Scorpio thus a fellow arachnid.
Being a half-Scot, I like the fact that your poem has a link to the story of Robert the Bruce; using a spider's will to build it's web back up again as inspiration to be victorious at Bannockburn.
Again a brilliant write, bless Harry and Harriet, have a good one and please do take care.
Apparently I didn't respond to you at the time - very remiss. I really can't believe aI didn't, as you gave me a splendid write up. Abject apologies.
I can only theorise that I put you on hold while I researched Robert the Bruce and never quite got back....
Do not worry Doggerel Dave, we all have our commitments, even if it is to partake in some research, hope all is well.
what a wicked yet wonderful web he doth weave ....
had me going for a bit so ya did .. I originally thought this princely post was about someone else entirely ....
After all the debate, below the verse and above here, I began to feel I wasn't sure myself.....or something.... Thanks Neville, anyway
A most interesting presentation, presented in a surprising manner.. It wasn't until close to the end that I figured that Harry may not be a person. I enjoyed this approach Dave
As I enjoyed writing it ,Soren. Just fiddling around, hadn't got really serious yet.
If you enjoy returning every time I comment, then OK but don't feel obligated; I will still comment on yours, if I find something .............
It is my habit to return a review for a review for everyone but I have run out of most or your poems. You need to write more. Thanks though I appreciate the kind words Dave.
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