The Spider and the Moon

Time and death

are shadows,

emotional threads,

of thought

darker, emptier

than the 

shadows

they throw

A silent venom

that spins 

a web

weaving dreams

from moonbeams

that vanish

like dew

in the dawn

©Rose

The Spider and The Bee

She thought of him~

all night long

she spun a web of

her finest silk

and then

waited for him

She watched him~

all day long

she dreamed of him

her hero with

beautiful wings

The sound of him

hypnotised her

she rushed to meet him

shrouding him in sheets

of her finest silk

Now he was all hers

he had never noticed her

if only she had wings

she could fly with him

amongst the flowers

©Rose

An Uninvited Guest

Piercing mid-yawn screams
Get everyone out of bed
Good Morning spider
© Rose

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