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Spider.
Two or three Strands one Metre from
a Tree
Sloping to the Main Web -
& Spun in the Windy Sea,
Sat, The Spider.
Precariously connected half a metre
away on the other side,
To a Lavender,
Vicariously Weaved, Finished and
done - & Waiting
In the Weak Autumn Sun.
In the Middle of the Garden
So all the Wind blew through it
No Protection from the Weather
Whatsoever! -
& Sat there in the Middle of
the Web.
Brave and Hungry as the Wind
Blew on
Solitary sleep on the Wind,
in its Bed.
Beware the Flies of the
slumbering Lure,
that lies so close in its
Windy Moor -
The Spider that Floats in its
Windy Web,
with one Eye Open
& no Feet on the Floor.
(Written Entry for The For National Poetry Competition 2011)
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