Spider Nut

Crustaceous spider,
in your web,
greying hair, thinning hair,

licorice legs
and a walnut shell.
You could be a crab,
tired of the grainy shore,
the glucose whirl of a gluey sea.

You are a story,
dried up spider,
hard as knuckles,
true as oak.

Nutty, like tree-fall,
remember me Queen Arachnid,
fangs wet with thirst.
I admire you, esteem you,
your pineapple steel.

When you fall,
I will run for my life.

K. S. Moore

Photo by George Moore

My thoughtful husband recently presented me with this delightful shot of a spider that lives in our garden (eek)!  I don’t mind spindly looking spiders, but those more unusual varieties that have more substance to them . . . well, I find them a little creepy.  Seeing the photo reminded me of a similar spider I encountered some years ago and led me to take a fresh look at this poem and reshape it for the UK’s National Poetry Day.  Enjoy, and don’t have nightmares!

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.


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