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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: June 27, 2020      Views: 86

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This work has reached the exceptional level
A poetic postscript
"Spider Revisited" by Clockwise
Now that hourglass says,
"Just let it go by--
the words in the air,
the spider, the fly."
But I'm locked in this room,
where the web catches dust,
and my mind's
on these things,
we've not yet discussed.

Beware of the riddles
that fiddlers tell:
The clever ones whisper,
the clumsy ones yell.
And if you listen for clues,
in the bars of my song,
you'll hear the fly hum,
'cause it's known all along.

My breach into Eden,
that no one forgave;
it looked like a garden,
was really a grave.
But now that I'm old,
those memories fade,
which softens the guilt,
and this bed that I've made.

Now maybe I'm damned,
but I shall not forget,
those fangs of disorder,
that sting of regret.
So here, on my wrist,
where the blood's
running blue,
I've blistered the skin
with a jailhouse tattoo:

The shape of a woman,
from shoulder to moon,
a long slender neck,
like that of a spoon,
forever silent,
my string violin;
A small black reminder,
the venom within.

Author Notes
A couple of years ago, I wrote a poem that contained the lines, "But still the fly hums, and bangs all about, the small black reminder, a spider without." At the time, I desperately wanted to somehow juxtapose this with the follow-up line "a spider within." As hard as I tried (and try, I did), the poem would have none of it.

Despite being lost and rejected, it continued to haunt me, demanding the life I once promised. My failure continues, as now the last line reads "venom within" instead of the intended "spider within." Damn.

Forgive me if the poem starts off a little rough. Like I said, it is sort of a postscript to an earlier poem which left the reader with the lines, "Thus ends the story, pray tell who am I?, Some say the spider, Some say the fly."

And for those who may not know, one identifies the very venomous Brown Recluse by the distinctive marking on it's back that looks an awful lot like a violin.
Pays one point and 2 member cents. Artwork by cleo85 at

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