In deep dark recesses
on sticky silk tresses
two warriors spar
as mortality presses
the fray
and the one who is leaner
appears to be meaner
and quicker by far
inflicting a cleaner
array
of blows till, defeated
the fatter is treated
to bindings that bar
escape, then secreted
away.
Are You Reading Me?
7 comments:
"'Will you walk into my parlor?' said the Spider to the Fly."
oooh, this was good, I can see it~!
There was an old woman......
No, lets not go there.
Thats what I thought of when I read this. A novel expression of Hunger for sure.
Creative and cute take on the prompt... = )
creative poetry...the beauty of the web deceives in unknowing prey...great job!
Thanks a lot, it's really nice to get comments on some of these older ones :D
So many layers of meaning.
Post a Comment