David Wood

Gold Star - 4,812 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Spiders - Poem by David Wood

We’re living in the year of the spider
Of woven golden silken thread
Of sticky drippy weave filled dread
That capture small fly’s that stray.

Cobwebs that spiders climb each day
Up ladders in the sky filled room
That spells a fly’s quiet doom
As the spider toy’s to play.

This is the year of the spider,
All fly’s take note with dread.
You only keep the spider fed
In those cobwebs so enticing to climb.


Comments about Spiders by David Wood

  • Rookie Joan Smith (5/24/2013 9:35:00 AM)

    Well that sums up the life of a spider. Watch out flies (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 126 Points Kelvin Owusu (4/18/2013 1:18:00 AM)

    this can be related to life it self onces fight with self, doubts being the cobwebs and flys being us, if one alouds their fears doubts insecurities overwelm they'll be fed upon. a great write (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/7/2013 8:18:00 AM)

    regard to you in the world of spider with their web a modern poem mat par with modernity (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013


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