Challenge
Write a poem from a spider's point of view about a human walking through its web. The spider is not injured, but loses a very intricate web.
The poem must be between 15 and 75 words. Prize $10.00, Monarchy Decision.
CALL ME PENELOPE
Call me Penelope
each morning
they
tear about my house
(wherever I build)
running
to the lake, to the yard, out the gate, after balls, after ice cream, playing tag
not flies
they fly through
my dew spangled creation
never stopping to admire the diamonds I’ve caught
they stop instead
me from eating
They run,
they tear,
shredding my web
warping my weft
leaving me
of breakfast bereft
Hungry but resolute,
I
begin again