Foiled by beauty for M'lady Emma.

narrative verse

Foiled by beauty.

A spider web bedecked with dew.

The early morning sun shines through.

Creates  a tapestry of light.

A work of art in its own right.

 

Because the sparkling dew negates.

The spider webs efficiency.

Until the sun evaporates

 the morning dew sufficiently

 

The spider must wait patiently

 until at last she breaks her fast

Flies tangled inextricably

in the sticky threads she cast.

 

The spider builds instinctively.

A trap we aren’t supposed to see.

As long as it is visible

It’s totally impossible.

 

For the silken trap to do

(It is designed to be unseen)

The task it is intended to.

But for the dew it would have been.

 

Although it’s pleasing to our eyes

We know it isn’t meant to be

It’s obvious to passing flies

who can avoid it easily.

 

The hungry spider would prefer

to do without the morning dew.

 Which seems intent to deprive her

of fat flies which are her due.

 

The spider’s loss is our gain

We see the transient beauty.

Which we may never see again.

If only temporarily.

 

The spider web bedecked with dew

To us a source of great delight

Created each morning anew

by dew drops reflecting sun light.

 

Although the spider breakfasts late.
There’s little doubt she will survive.
I’m sure she will appreciate

her breakfast when it does arrive.

 

Tuesday, 08 March 2011

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