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Her Delight – #poetry of a #spider

05 Tuesday Oct 2021

Posted by in Halloween, Poetry

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She spins a perfect web
But is nowhere to be seen
Hides within the shadows
On this night called Halloween

Waiting, ever patiently
For that tasty little treat
She tricks her prey from far away
Their life she does deplete
 
Like lollipops, so sticky
Her trap, though not as sweet
Lures them in, every time
Such a diabolical feat

They try but never win the fight
Their demise… is her delight  



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Tangle of Doom – #poetry #Shadorma

26 Friday Apr 2019

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Gossamer

A single strand waits

Patiently

As she hides

Yet, always contemplating

Her tangle of doom

 

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Dinner is Served ~ #poetry #FOWC #DWP

25 Monday Mar 2019

Posted by in Daily Word Prompt, FOWC with Fandango, Poetry

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Spun, like an intricate maze, you get caught

Her gossamer strings are not easy to avoid

In the garden, she waits, her dinner, sought

You become a corpse, your future destroyed

 

FOWC with Fandango – Corpse
Daily Word Prompt – Gossamer

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Her Dinner ~ #poetry

14 Wednesday Nov 2018

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Each strand, strung with delicate care

Once done, she sits, and she waits

For dinner, to be delivered to her

Expectantly, laid out, upon her plate

 

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What Lies in Wait ~ #poetry

02 Monday Jul 2018

Posted by in My Photography, Poems, Poetry

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What lies in wait, ethereal, shimmers

That send chills up and down your spine

Masked by sunlight’s colorful prism

She blends with the tree, so divine

Moving about, in perfect symmetry

Each thread, woven with expertise

A spinneret, is all she requires

As she patiently waits, by the trees

To capture that which she can enjoy

Poor moth, his death is most certain

By the simple thread of a spider’s trap

On his life, she has closed the curtain

 

Poem and Photo ©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved