Catch-Trap.
Crouched in viewing the shivering cobweb
craftily spanning a waterfall's edge
I saw fine precision-knifed filaments
cunningly strung with infinite wisdom.
A weightless weapon of swinging steel,
death-celled bed spun on gossamer wheel.
That devilish duvet of glistening gauze
betokened real craft as the spider paused
then in obscurity tensed for success,
alert with magnetic insect suppression.
Hairily silent as tensile wires, cleverly glued
met miniscule life of wriggling food
that by moving caught death in but seconds
while spider gave fly lethal injections.
As water's curtain cascaded to ground
and whirling catch-trap spun victim around
fed spider wiped mouth, cleaned sticky legs,
repaired any holes and prepared for the next.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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This one here was very cleverly executed Fay. I loved the metaphors you've managed to string together as the Charlottes web would interpret. It felt like reading a children's book, yet with a PG-13 inscription.
Well done poet!
Very good write Fay with great imagery.
Great write
Cobweb when becomes old and dusty still spider keeps a position in it. Fine precision-knifed filaments are well observed here. Tensile wires are cleverly glued. Repairing this next preparation is well made. Brilliant imagery is drawn in this poem.
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