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She counts them equally, on both hands
Her strands of silken threads, surround
The widow, they call her, cross the land
She’ll wrap you up, until you are bound
Capturing men like flies, in her web
She seductively chooses, which one
Little by little, their life starts to ebb
Til they are through, her job, now done
Still, no one has been able to stop this
She keeps doing devilish deeds, yes sir
It happens so fast, without even a kiss
Sated, until her next meal does occur
March Writing Prompts – The widow’s web – Day 28/31
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Great post, My Dear! Thought you might like to read this if you haven’t already??
https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/the-ideal-mate/
xoxoxo
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Now see, you would know that I have read that already…see my little picture by the likes…it’s not there if I don’t read. lol 🙂
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Yes, You are so right! I didn’t check the like Icons – my bad!! I guess I got too excited to see that one of my poems matched up to your topic to check! So sorry! Hope your weekend is going great, My Dear!! And I haven’t forgotten that I owe you a photo too!
xoxoxo
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No need to apologize. I was teasing you. I think it’s great as is your poem! xoxo
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Beautifully creepy, Dorinda…
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Thank you very much! ❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you for sharing!! ❤
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We seemingly have similar topics. Like the one below:
THE PERFECT WEAVER
© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
A perfect web spun overnight
As early dewdrop sparkles glints
Reflecting dawn’s first morning light
Created beauty, killing field
Complacently she sits and waits
The meal she planned for carefully
But I can sit, enjoy her work
So intricately woven cross
Each strand decked out in morning drops
From anchored bush to fence or tree
Magnificent in luster weave
My garden spider’s artistry
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Yes, but mine is a human spider 😉 Lovely poem, Barbara 🙂
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And your poem is also lovely, with intriguing imagery.
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Thank you 🙂
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