‘I felt you before I saw you’ he crooned,
as he spun me a line.
Nimbly he wrapped me in gossamer,
‘for you are precious to me’ he whispered,
I spiralled to his charms.
Too late, I realised
I had lingered too long.
As I sat with my morning coffee I watched a spider as it twirled an unfortunate fly, trapped on its web, into a little white cocoon. It was fascinating to watch close up – normally I would run a mile from any spider!
Linking this to d’Verse Poets Pub and Linda Lee Lyberg’s invitation to write a quadrille including the word ‘linger’ https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/20/quadrille-136-lets-linger/
Writing Whatnots 
Sometimes, we find inspiration in unlikely places. This is wonderful!
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I know! Thank you Linda.😊
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There are spidery people too, unfortunately. Especially loved the vivid imagery, esp.: “spiralled to his charms.”
pax,
dora
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Thank you Dora.😊
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An interesting poem. Inspiration can come from the most unlikely places.
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Perfectly captured, smiles.
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Clever and creepy ☺️
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David
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The way spiders hunt and catch their prey is fascinating, if a little creepy! I like the way this can be read in two ways. And yes, the victim ought to pray!
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Thank you Ingrid 😊
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