Gossamer

by Maple Tree   Nov 3, 2014


Bitten,
upon a night
of haunting winds,
caught in a rhapsody
of illusions.

Hair became a trapped
veil of endless tangles.

Kiss of a spider
grew rapidly upon
lips of crisp Autumn.

I fell victim to
venomous
passion,
an
embrace
of deathly
repercussions.

I was Gossamer-

Webbed,
tastefully sweet-

just a meal before
Hallows Eve....

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  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Yuk!

    This is a very eerie and creepy poem!

    It is rather spooky this happened at the time of Halloween, you just could not make that stuff up!

    Your poem is very well crafted, making it very personal about your trauma, but also in a way that can be taken metaphorically. This poem can be taken in the view of anything being a predator, and how it attacked its prey.

    The tone is dark which again matches the season and holiday. I love the idea of Gossamer, especially being as your title because it draws you right in to the poem.

    But you actually describe yourself as this, and then further describe that to make you even more vulnerable and trapped... very well worded!

    Hope you are doing much better now... maybe the spider just wanted to be part of your next poem????