Poem 20160326

strands of web
lock me in this place
like a fly
i wait for
my own apex predator
this night full of stars

companions
in the blackened sky
i don’t know
how i lost
or why now as the web sings
–a plucked violin–

thoughts of you
your laughter and tears
one more star
my spider–
i won’t leave a scratch, she says
as she now leans in

——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #29
(5) Words: | WEB | LOST | BLACK | SCRATCH | LOCK |

4 thoughts on “Poem 20160326

  1. Ooh, the first three lines “captured” me —
    strands of web
    lock me in this place
    like a fly…

    I may have to follow up with a poem some time. Nice!!

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