A Spider

"A Spider
I trapped a spider in a glass,
a fine-blown wineglass.
It shut around him, silently.
He stood still, a small wheel
of intricate suspension, cap
at the hub of his eight spokes,
inked eyes on stalks; alert,
sensing a difference.
I meant to let him go
but still he taps against the glass
all Marcel Marceau
in the wall that is there but not there,
a circumstance I know."
© 2008, Colette Bryce

I found this spider at 6 am hanging from the ceiling directly in front of my eyes. It had to wait in the glass until I released it into the garden. Pete  read this poem for it against boredom ;-)

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