Spiders

Her Ladders of Death

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This common spider
weaves her web of tensile steel
Dewdrop ladders..thin threads
Outwit the wasp, the fly..
Outwitting all who stumble by.

Long silvered cables stretch
Across the unwary eye.
Stuck..sticky stretches of
A wished for prize…
Wrapped ..stung..sucked dry.

Satisfied..smug in her dull brown coat
Full bellied, pompous ..prim,
She attends her ladders of death
As September sunbeams warm her prey!

Drawing & Poem: Hazel Brown

Dream catchers

While Haze was up and out in her back garden taking pictures of these

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I was still wrapped up in the silky web of sleep. Overslept the alarm! So Haze wrote this with me in mind

This Fog has no voice
It crept in at dawn.
To drip..drop..mist upon your eyes,
Shrouding you with wet wool
When sleep would not release you
From your pillow of dreams.
Outside the wet webs of waiting spiders
Hang with silvered globes,
Unaware of their own beauty.
A tension sits heavy on the still air
Pauses…then trembles ..waiting..
For the warm breath of the Sun!

Poem: Hazel Brown

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I eventually re-emerged from down there, and flapped off to work

But I felt dream-woven into the bottom of that silky web all day.

Photos: Hazel Brown

Henrietta Winda Spida (Take 3)

I’ve stupidly upset my winter guest.

Blocking the escape route back to her tiny corner hole.

Making her jump about arse over tit on her web.

She was not at all pleased. Very put out to be put upon (and poked with a pencil)

Couldn’t wait to get away from the disgraceful ignomy I was putting her through. Danced down my arm, abseiled smartly down the wall – and legged it sharpish.

Possibly never to be seen again.

Goodbye Henrietta winda spida. Come back again next winter!

Henrietta Winda Spida (Take 2)

So Henrietta my bedroom winda spida is still here. I reckon she’s been up there on that window ledge for the last 2 months. She ain’t going nowhere.

I did frighten her a bit a few days ago though; blocked her little corner escape exit. I wasn’t wanting to hurt her; merely get a better – closer – look at how beautiful she is. Anyway, she disappeared for a couple of days, probably in a huff; most decidedly put out by my crude intrusion into her perfectly ordered and organised life.

But she’s back now. Every morning when I wake up she’s there, sat dead-still on her web, waiting for her cornflakefly breakfast.

Henrietta? – go and make me a cup of tea, you lazy madam!

Video: Ian Nisbet

Henrietta (winda spida)

A vid of ‘Henrietta’. She lives with me. In my bedroom. Next to my bed. But not in my bed. Above my bed. Hangs over my head. She owns the window. Has cast her cloudy web across the entire ledge.

She stays still, watchful, alert. She may be hung there while I’m asleep all night. When I wake up I try to ‘capture’ her with my camera. But she scuttles off into her little corner to evade any of my ‘interference’ in her living space. I’m not allowed to clean up. She takes care of all the domestics thank you very much.

If it carries on being as warm as it’s been so far, she might lodge on my ledge all winter long. And I’d better behave!

Vid: Ian Nisbet