Wikipedia photo, Dolomedes Fimbriatus
I carry a silk purse
lined with my unborn.
Silver spun lace
delicately decorates
the portable womb
held tightly in my jaw.
Patiently I nurture
incubated eggs and
wait for tiny legs
to break the watered film
to announce a new generation.
When the noise of splitting shells
signals I no longer need
to carry my silk accessory,
I hang it on a green stem
leaving fate to determine
which children will find strength
to breach its seclusion.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
I wrote this yesterday for Kay's Sunday Mini-Challenge at Real Toads, but I just couldn't bring myself to include it with the two kitten poems I also wrote for the challenge. :) Learn more about the Dolomedes Fimbriatus spider that inspired this poem here.
Comments
Hank
-Sayantini Bhattacharya
another part of me
Really great!
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K
@LaTonya, Thanks. No matter how great the mother there comes a time when the child must make her/his own way.
@J Cosmo Newberry..thanks
@Hank, Thanks so much!
@Sayantini, Thanks!
@sreeja, thanks so much!
@Grace, thank you. Nature does have some hard lesson
@Marian,Thanks
@Jim, thank you.
@Helen, thanks. I feel even in the insect world mothers do what they can to see their children nurtured and try to insure their survival.
@Timoteo,I promise I won't bite..lol
@Kay, thank you and thanks for the prompt!
@Sherry, thanks!
@hedgewitch, thank you. We often view things like spiders as sinister when they are merely doing their best to survive and when given the choice they keep their distance from we humans.
@Herotomost, thanks! I would love to hear you scream like a little girl...lol