She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
She did remark,
In the corner of his room
A spider spinning.
In his dark art, a thought,
A poet caught
Of average room
And spider spinning.
đź•· And what of fly
Did she spy,
At corner’s arc,
In dark?
Thank you for your poem, which made me think and smile. Kevin
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Thank you for the reblog, Michael. All the best. Kevin
Oh, very interesting, Kevin! It seems i have to spend more time with this poem. xx Michael
I’m delighted you want to spend more time looking at “Spider”, Michael. Kevin
A great poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m so pleased you like it. Kevin