Just read a report on how big, fat tarantulas manage to stick to things that they want to. Invisible spiderman-like silk threads keep them there. But this post is not really about the glues. Or about anything in particular actually. If I need a reason to post (this is my blog you know, and I can put whatever I want to, really) it would be that I loved the visual that’s put above. Spiders are such fascinating creatures for me and for a lot of many authors actually who keep creating superheroes, villains, monsters, horror stories and weird things with spiders in some form or another inserted. They inspire me in their creepy but slick style, almost make me poetic. Of all the creatures, spiders I would say, with their multiple hands and eyes which I cannot see, make me thing. What do you think this tarantula is thinking now?
I am about to jump
About to jump
On you.
One throw of thread
Silken and soft
Around your mouth
Silence abounds
As I weave around you
Thin, invisible bonds
Of horrifying fascination
That you may see, barely.
But that you may not still.
What do you think will happen
When you stop to see
To feel
To think
To be
And then you become
A strand of silk
Woven around
Misplaced
Misshapen
Crinkled
And lost.
See what I mean? Tarantulas make me attempt poetry. Which is a good thing, even if it’s sort of bad.
