messages

NOT FOR ARACHNOPHOBES (revised)

(some of my wonderful friends are worried that I was bitten by another Recluse Spider.  This is my poem from 2014–not my best–but want you to know, no worries)

 

What is the message of the spider?

Open invitation from the resident

Into a pesticide-free home

Spaces in floorboards

Irresistible to the neighboring swamp

Despite the equalizer AKA feather duster

The spiders come in the night

They always nip me equally

One on each arm

Unless it’s a Recluse

She gets me in a circle of eight

The secret antidote is plantain

Or even aloe for the minor stings

I’ve been injected with venom so many times

That one day I expect to point my wrists at a wall

While cobwebs shoot out

Enabling me to scale the side of the tallest building in Florida

But I know there is a message

I used to fancy that I was SpiderWoman of folklore

Weaving my tales

My fantasies

My fantasies came true for others, not for me

What was the message there?

Observer and recorder of life

But never a recipient of those richly imagined dreams

We Romani are always looking at portents

The Sinte word for the spider storyteller is

“Shpina Paramichari”

She is telling me that the one nip on each arm

Represents balance

Be consistent in life

Be moderate while living

No important revelation

But a painful one

Just weave your life symmetrically

In order to function in harmony

I tend to forget every few years

Guess I need a reminder…

(c) 2014, 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Recluse Spider Web, creative commons

PROVOCATION

 

Hints tossed into the air

Where they land, you don’t care

You challenge me

Flinging your metal gauntlet

Floating, no gravity

Where is the anchor

Of sincerity

Meaningless sarcasm

Empty invitation

Ego an exploding

Bubble of noxious gas

If I accept

You can claim

My misunderstanding

Of your words

Silent in the void

Of space

Where all promises die

In an airless universe

Folding upon itself

Stop issuing meaningless demands

A source of intellectual enjoyment to you

But just another lie echoing

Garbled in space

Strangling my heart…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: cold space/dailywallpaper.com