Tag Archives: Spider

Her Net Is Cast – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Orb Weaver out front of the house on a full moon.

“Once you begin watching spiders, you haven’t time for much else.” E.B. White

Her Net Is Cast

Watch out moon, you're much too close,
nothing an orb likes more than collecting
golden orbs, and though the night is darker
now, you shine the clearest path, and she
may suddenly dart across her gossamer road
and snare you unawares, her net is cast and 
you are near, beware her hidden smile.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon


Filed under Free Verse, moon, nature, poem, quote

Mr Jangled

Bloodcurdling – Word of the Day


Photo: http://www.mirror.co.uk

Mr Jangled

Sitting contented,
sipping a mellow red
staring out the window,
as Peer Gynt is coming to apotheosis,
when my senses are rent,
shredded, jangled,
as a bloodcurdling “aaiieee”
pierces the air.
A portent?
I run,
imagining the worst,
apprehensive, heart pumping,
I push through the door,
not knowing what carnage I might find,
and confused,
taking in the incongruous scene,
I burst into laughter,
a spider on the floor,
my wife on a chair,
eyes dilated in terror,
speechless and
pointing a deadly shoe.
The spider released,
whiskey in hand,
some smooth Dianna Krall to
unjangle with.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, life, nature, poem