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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Anyone who sees it/Cannot help their fascination



Anyone who sees it
Cannot help their fascination
For the weaving of its stories
In the silken threads and traps;
They are so much more fantastic
Than one's own imaginations
That one can't help but believe them--
It's the truth in them, perhaps.  

Yes, it's true, these things have happened,
Merely others --not the teller--
And the web it weaves is true,
Just not the way the watchers see;
For the truth can be deceiving
When it's woven in a picture
And the mind is so much stranger
Than the way the truth must be.  

It's a confident deceiver,
Is the spider which is telling,
For it fills the truth with puzzles
And with riddles never done--
But the ones who know the truth
Find all the tales and traps repelling:
If you knew it was a spider,
You would turn away and run.

Submitted: February 18, 2021

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Steven P. Pody

Rather compelling. Nice weaving of a fine and intriguingly thoughtful poem. Thanks for sharing! SPP

Thu, February 18th, 2021 8:24pm

LE. Berry

Tales of romance involving webs and devious spiders always draw me in. Nicely written Bridget.

Thu, February 18th, 2021 10:59pm

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