Poets in Gossamer Beds

Poets in Gossamer Beds

 

tarantula tantrum

legs unhinged

the web torn apart

Home is no longer a resting place

the flies quit knocking on the door

 

spun fun undone

hearts crawling with sticky feet

he's coming for us

he'll thread the needle

 

and then sting us with 

his venomous smile.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/20/25

Reviews

[Daz🖤]

Great use of vocabulary in your writing. The poem is definitely thought provoking.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Daz.
j.

[FlatDaddy]

This is simply outstanding, Jacob. I write this with failing eyes today and arthritic hands with one thumb (the one that hits the space bar) in agony today each time it touches anything. But I read this poem and could not leave your page without comment. So many lines stand out I would have to point to the entire poem to choose a favorite -- but since I MUST, "hearts crawling with sticky feet" just blew my socks off, and I am abed with feet that needed no denuding.

I see a creature you might name "Charley": a ghoulish tale of suspense and horror, for it is surely that for any juicy thing that gets in its way! Hmm, yes, I have named him, brother, for flies abuzz everywhere!

Please excuse any typos that may be here; I am typing mostly by touch today; my sight wanes, in and out t goes today, but I am glad I stopped to visit here. I did try to prune it and think I got most if not all my errors, aside from punctuation. This truly is a great piece; it gives me the shivers.

FD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

YOu are typing just fine, FD...
Thanks for your kind words on this piece...I have been thinking mostly that not too many people have cared for this one.
j.

[FlatDaddy]

They would have to be mindless, Jacob or have been absent the past month or so. This is a magnificent write. I have not read all of your work (that would be a near herculean task), but I have read enough to know you are unmatched among us, and this particular piece is particularly good and describes a nasty bit of of business around here no one could miss unless they have been on holiday or in hospital for a long stay. Or am I imagining things, J?

[redzone]

Starting November 5th, there will be the beginning of the end to this "tarantula" and its minions' regime as decent people rise and keep on coming until our determined nonviolent resistance, in spite of the venom, makes it impossible to thread that needle. History will be made, a new home built, one way or the other.

Thanks for your righteous poem, Jacob
-Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Resistance..yes, we need so much more of that.
Thank you, Curt.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

This poem has such a political flavour to me but has other meaning too. I despise our leader in the UK more than any other politician I know. I have tarantula tantrums about him wrecking the web of all I have known and loved. He despises the vast majority of the electorate and name calls. He is no unifier, he is a wrecking ball. I want a soft comfortable bed in my old age, he puts pebbles in it.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"He is a wrecking ball"....mmm that sounds familiar.
Thank you, Chris.
j.