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Fort Arachnida
I am tough. I am strong.
Yes, I am tough I am strong,
with my entwined bastion of solitude.
Pentagon, octagon,
its shape may sway in the wind,
but once you get in, there is no escaping.
With the skills of a craftsman,
I weaved my home -
an ethereal chateau
sheltered from the elements.
A ray of light reveals
its beauty, shrouded
not by the reclusive location.
Quiver Quiver
Who is there?
Oh, my guests are here.
Afterthoughts...
This is a poem in which the speaker is a spider. I got the idea for these in a discussion about whether it is appropriate to say a spider web is a work of a craftsman. The rationale behind the doubt is that a web is like knit work, whereas when people say craftsman, they tend to mean something like carpenters or construction workers. Well, if you are a spider, I think the answer is clear.
Yes, I am tough I am strong,
with my entwined bastion of solitude.
Pentagon, octagon,
its shape may sway in the wind,
but once you get in, there is no escaping.
With the skills of a craftsman,
I weaved my home -
an ethereal chateau
sheltered from the elements.
A ray of light reveals
its beauty, shrouded
not by the reclusive location.
Quiver Quiver
Who is there?
Oh, my guests are here.
Afterthoughts...
This is a poem in which the speaker is a spider. I got the idea for these in a discussion about whether it is appropriate to say a spider web is a work of a craftsman. The rationale behind the doubt is that a web is like knit work, whereas when people say craftsman, they tend to mean something like carpenters or construction workers. Well, if you are a spider, I think the answer is clear.