Monday, October 17, 2011

A spider story

I was bitten by a black widow spider
her web a cape of silver
trailing along behind her.

I was making muffins in the kitchen

The fire in the woodstove
had the whole room glowing orange

And still she sidled up
and nipped me hard, right on the leg.

Her wicked face turned up at me
as I yelped in pain, and then

she scurried off to find the flesh
of some other helpless victim.

Rachel Westfall
October 17, 2011

3 comments:

Rob-bear said...

Oh, yuck. Glad you survived to tell the tale!

christopher said...

This is spider season in my neck of the woods. They are in a hurry now, running out of time. I see them everywhere. I just looked up and one was wandering past at the line of wall and ceiling. The other day I found one in the corner of my kitchen cabinets down at the floor, under them as far as possible. This one looked different from most of the others and I thought, hmmm, out of place.

The Brown Recluse

Yep,
I do try to think
spiders be my friends because
they eat up bad bugs
and I let them have
the corners of my webbed up
life (their webs, you know).
I dodge them coming
and going and sometimes they throw
strands right across me
as I go my way.
I remark how they are wise
in the ways of prey,
or not, why web there?
I draw the line at this though.
I found a recluse
below my kitchen
sink.

RachelW said...

Rob-bear, don't worry. This particular spider is nine years old, and her bite is not so venomous anymore.

Christopher, I try to accommodate them too, as best I can. There was a huge garden spider weaving her web over me in my kitchen, as I gave birth to my daughter. After that, the spider lived in my kitchen window for about 6 months. I like to think the spiders are our protectors, in their own unique way.