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Tuesday

Arachnophobia

There is something about spiders

and I do not mean it in the nice,

naughty, sexy way

as it is about Mary.

Its nasty and eeky

and totally

creepy.

The kind of thing

you feel

while watching those
people-devouring -creatures

in a sci-fi-horror flick.

You know when they

turn themselves

inside out

and start swallowing

a writhing screaming person

without bothering to kill him first.

It is like the feeling of

stepping on slime-

slug-slime

not snail-slime

(snails are rather cute

and you need not touch them

just let them live their

slow quiet lives).


 

But spiders are hairy

and so the slime and ooze

is not there

but the feeling it evokes is

manifold- at least eight fold.

Hairy, eight legged

eight eyed too

digesting their

still living prey

while it struggles to free itself

in a stickily beautiful web.

Robert Bruce learnt

to fight again

poems were written

tales told of

dewdrops on gossamer

and stronger than spun steel

scientists proclaim this fabric.

But it stretches across doors

and through ceilings

obfuscating memory

gathering dust

and dewdrops

and luring

some hapless insect

to its doom.

and the weaver

spins more stickiness

and artfully arranges

evil personified.


 

Of course there are the non-webmakers

they make trapdoors

lined with spun silk

a soft doom

for some

hapless

creature

down in the food chain.

Sting it with venom

that digest it

even while paralyzing

and then eating the remains.

Chain of life

the inevitable explanation-

is that why a hapless male

is a healthy post-coital snack?


 

Web spun

trap set

eight legged horror

sits waiting

spinning more doom

in its head

watching and scanning

unseen, yet seeing

slowly descends

an invisible thread

then another

and another

more stickiness

criss cross

through the room

to the right and the left

midways too

invisible so undisturbed

weaving

weaving

planning

maybe joined by a legion

fresh meat

is good

if it be warm blooded

through here and there

let it not escape

the human prey.

2 comments:

Mampi said...

Scary, Creepy creatures and your poem had that mood of showing off that trait of theirs.
Well put.

Ritu said...

Ewww Alankrita. Got that primitive fear in me rising just reading this one. Job well done (I guess)

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