O errant fly, your death knell knocks.
Avoid the pearls of moisture
hanging from fine linen thread
suspended between flower and leaf.
Beware sticky filaments
as you charge through the air -
the art of the arachnid
will crush your bones,
absorb your every cell.
Call for help – save your skin.
This is my third attempt at this Sunday’s Whirl each more dire than the last.
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It’d be hard to know who to call, to be sure! Enjoyed the read!
Hehehe, too funny and love it.
Love this, Viv!! You went all micro-cosmos on us!! Excellent words!
Flies may not have bones, adults know that. But when you are a child you think trees live forever and flies just might have bones. I like it. Well done. I tried going brief but it didn’t work…so I went dark…
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/01/sw-92-haggard.html
Lovely poem but Duncan has one criticism – flies don’t have bones.
I knew that all along, but couldn’t think of another use for bone – bonehead that I am.
Ditch the Wordle words.
That’s what Tilly said. I just don’t like it enough to fiddle!
oh how you weave your words!!:)
enjoyed this read
Your descent into depravity has me riveted! It’s good to have company out here! Nicely done, Viv.
Love it Viv, that’s such a joy to read. The Shakespearian Death of Flies buzzing around with his little scythe and black hood. God, been reading too much Pratchett.
The spider and the fly, well we know who survives that one don’t we, Viv. I don’t think this is dire at all. I found the words conjured up some not so pretty images myself.
Pamela
I love the opening line, ViV.
*hugs*
That fly never had a chance! The wordle words were used very nicely.
To whom would the errant fly call for help, I wonder…
Seven Whirls with James Joyce
Not me – I’d be standing by with a fly swatter!
I kind of feel sorry for the fly and that is a first for me. Well done Viv.
The playful tone of the first line sets the mood for this dangerous romp. I love it!
Nicely done, Viv. The word errant popped into my head also. I might need to find another word to replace it now.
Spiders! I hadn’t even thought of that and yet it seems obvious now. Well done.
I think it’s more a case of third time lucky…
It’s a good concept; I suggest you stick with the theme and drop the wordle words, so your own voice comes through.
I would never have chosen that theme without the wordle words to prod me!
I know; for me, that’s the real value of a wordle.
However, if I am unhappy with a poem, I have no compunction in ditching the wordle words to make it stronger.
But I don’t like the poem enough to fiddle with it.
Fair enough.
It’s a shame, though; I think it’s a good concept.
Dire for the fly maybe, but the images you created with the words are quite vivid.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/01/20/why-of-remembering/