Poem -

The spiders that knew God

Can people even keep a secret?
You wonder that the Spider people are 

Heaven-sent? 

 

You see them, crawling the corners,

Tiny mediaeval things.

Past throwers, throwing up your 

 

Domesticity like confetti and celebrating 

Loudly your distinct differences.

Thay are hardly natives, so pouring 

 

From heaven like they'd want you to believe.

They want you to believe,

But they are just spiders.
 

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Rory McGinlay

* Looking at this, it's a Baynes st poem. It's the last Baynes st poem. It is finished 

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Shirley Harrison

There's more to this than meets the eye, I've read it many times, spiders are elegant and clean and hard workers, as long as they aren't dangerous as I know amongst some species you have the black widow. 
A most intriguing write dear Rory. Your last lines gave me goosebumps. 🌹 🕷️ 

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Rory McGinlay

A reply to Marion's line, something like The spider's that knew God. I didn't think this and said so. She agreed. Thanks for read, SH

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Marion

Perhaps why they are so hated. The one species oblivious to our make believe. The one species who remind us we are only ever one brick away from crawling the corners too. As for heaven... isn't it just a piece of sky? Nice one x

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Rory McGinlay

Is it just a piece of sky?
It is where God resides.

 

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Marion

We can but hope...x

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Neville

Tis a wicked web they weave .. remember tho' if you wanna live n thrive, then let them spiders run alive .. or summat along those lines .. N 

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