The exercise:
Today I had a less 'work productive' day and a more 'writing productive' day at work. So I'm all done for the night.
NaNo Word Count: 39,350
NaNo Target: 31,669
Your prompt for this dreary and rainy Thursday in Vancouver: spider webs.
Mine:
Sitting in his spider web,
Waiting to get spider fed,
He lets his prey come to him.
But he is a little dim,
For instead of hidden silk,
He's made his web out of milk.
Hehe, sadly I had the opposite, more work productive and less writing productive. Still, you're almost 80% of the way there now!
ReplyDeleteThat's a cute little poem, and a neat take on the starter. I've read it a couple of times now, and I think that the last line seems just a little bit long -- does it sound better if you swap "out of" for "from"?
Spider webs
Soft cobwebs touch my face and cling,
Wreathing me like ancient smoke,
Tender as a ghostly lover
And quite unlike the spider I just woke.
Eight red eyes glare with hatred
Gazing from the darkness of the tomb,
A huge and hairy body skitters forth,
Emerging like an evil foetus from the womb.
I edge away, scared for my very life,
Knowing that the web must be nearby.
This spider has an ancient hunger
That it think I can satisfy.
She found her daughter weeping in her room, and asked "What's the matter, dear?"
ReplyDelete"Oh mummy," sobbed her daughter, "I just hate it ... sniff ... just being a spider."
Her mother looked at her with one of her eyes, her other seven focusing on the webwork and wrapping her latest catch: "But you're not just a spider, Missy; you're an air-breathing chelicerate arthropod of the class Arachinida, order Araneae."
Missy brightened visibily, wiping away the tears from her eyes, "I am?"
"Definitely, one of a kind!" her mother replied, "Now hush up and finish eating that fly."
Greg - that final line in your first stanza is awesome :)
ReplyDeleteMulled Vine - haha, cute :D