Blue dress saga 21

It’s really very sad for us 
 
for all of us agree
human beings get all het up 
with us apparently
 
its not as if we are dangerous 
we actually do them good
we get rid of the nasty flies and bugs
really we should
 
be held in high esteem
by people 
but seemingly we find
We are either thrown out of high windows
or washed down plug holes 
mind
you
sometimes  we are just trodden on
it really isn’t fair
its just that we are lonely
and really want to share
 
 A  space  Up on the ceiling
or behind a picture where
its warm and no one bothers us
but apparently we scare 
 
you, because of our 8 legs
and our web perhaps up high
we construct it where its obvious
where we see small creatures fly
 
 
with your two eyes you see us
but remember we have eight
and 4 pairs  of legs 
And  a heart of  gold
and do try to relate
 
so its good that we use magick
and we meet  One of the few
Who wears a wondrous magickal dress
its colour  midnight blue
 
and she reaches out across 
what is a phenomenal devide
she happens to be human
and from  the other side
 
but able  to shrink down in size
similiar to me 
and sit upon my web today
a point of constancy
 
somehow there is a connectedness
between her beating heart and mine
it does seem somewhat preposterous 
Forit’s not my wish to dine
 
i don’t see her as an adversary
our lives are not on the line
 
i feel utterly peaceful
toward her and her to me
we need to cite our differences
each with a heartfelt plea
 
No need for confrontation
our unlikeness  has to be
proof  there is a role to play
and where  we ought to be
 
contrary to reason
nothing in common do we
have this side of heaven
such disharmony
 
a divergence in so many ways
disparate we be
but able to communicate
without the parrotry
 
A spell thats incomparable
 it’s a freshness through and through
sitting sideways on her web
its not something that you do
 
its sticky but it softly sweeps
and kind of encompasses  me
genuinely it comforts
though I just cannot get free
 
and suddenly she is by my side
like a torrent like a storm
powerful kind of hairy
her breath is kind of warm
her eyes take in my blue dress
unsurpassed was she
balancing on the  gossamer threads
imparting liberty
 
a union of spirits
a meeting  said to be
in time  such cohesion
and no adversity
 
 
just a calmness
a meeting of minds
a sharing I can say
a sort of symbiosis
we chemically portray.
 
unearthly and outlandisb
an alien maybe
an interloper a trespasser
who somehow came to be
a narrow waist two regions
and  a carapace
eight eyes staring directly
 
right into my face
and her palps  are  Now distinctly
signal their intentions
carnivorous  she be
 
i knew that she was venomous 
when her fangs hung Curiously
Her  spinnerets were moving
was she about to show
me how she wove her silken web
At that moment I didn’t know
 
lots of minute nozzles
with her rear legs she did draw
the  silk  out of those nozzles
More than I had seen before
was she going to wrap me
in  a  parcel and be done
leave me trapped and waiting
in the mid day sun
 
No that was not her idea
just a softness she
Made  a kind of pillow
to protect me actually
and she then began to speak
and I could understand
what she
was saying
this was magick
Out of hand
 
somehow she knew of my handiwork
soap making and the like
carving bits of  Fruit wood
with my little sharpened spike
cocked her head and kind of smiled
and let the silks run free 
soft and gentle billowing
kind of miraculously
 
 Close up she wasn’t tMhat grotesque
shot colours  actually
a kind of prismatic spectrum
peering as if through  me
out beyond my aura
into the realms of where
other eyes had never looked
but she able to share
 
indistinguishable  to humans
but well marked and unblurred
,kind of telescopic
For really what occurred
was mysteriousness and shadows
Combined to prove that I
was in the throes of a witches spell
i had  flown but was no fly.
a little mature lady
a Druid an Obod
a goddess in the making
it all felt rather odd
ber consciousness was avid
her celebration too 
eavesdropping on my spirit
it’s what spiders can do
 
sunk in a brown study
as curious as could be
engrossed in her minds eye
just so much of her I see
she instilled in me her magick
how her silks were  made
and exactly what she thought about
which she said would  never fade
 
but I would never be able
to impart her knowledge to
any other human
and apparently that rings true. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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