palely colored
bulbous abdomen
of barn arachnid
curls like gray sack
drawstrung by eight
delicately jointed
and banded legs
poised on sticky orb
of doorway deathtrap;
four legs hold fly still
for fangs to clamp
down as spider
lingers long over
breakfast of blood
I dislike spiders but my muse lingers on arachnid theme so here’s another one for dVerse poets’ Monday quadrille (44 words) with Linda Lee Lyberg.
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 22, 2021 @ 07:24:49
Scary❣️
-David
Sep 22, 2021 @ 09:56:13
Agreed!
Sep 21, 2021 @ 10:03:55
Lynn,
Your descriptive prowess, esp. “gray sack/drawstrung,” is so mesmerizingly engaging until “breakfast of blood” brings it to a gruesome close. Loved it.
pax,
dora
Sep 22, 2021 @ 06:21:10
Hi Dora, so glad you liked it! The spider weaves a web, a poet spins words 🙂
Sep 21, 2021 @ 08:51:16
Ok, if your goal was to make my skin crawl, mission accomplished!
Sep 21, 2021 @ 09:02:59
🙂