Poetry
Arachnid
A poem with a sticky end
A kink
In its eighth leg
Breaking rhythm
Once an octave
A long curve
Segmented
At each misstep
Over short distances
Inconsequential
But every strand askew
Torsioning a crooked circle
Until……. Snap!
The weaver
Snared in a web
Destiny composed
Without hubris
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By Doodleslice 2024–06–09
Joro spiders are in the news again. I think they might be the killer bees of this generation — or if you’re a youngster, the murder hornets of this generation.
Of course, no matter how old you are, we’re doomed.
It’s a recurring theme throughout history — but as anyone with a junk drawer can tell you, history isn’t always right about what’s going to be important later on.
Yet today is not for questioning history, or tangling with flying spiders — no, today we’re far more grounded than that. We’re in the junk drawer’s garden, where the…
