Spider Woman


My Spider Woman friend
Weaving cosmologies
Mandala forms
Reminding me of
Relationships between
The infinite
And the world within
Our minds and bodies
Reminding me of
True friendship
In the chaos of our lives….

©) 2020 Clarissa Simmens (viataMaja)
IMAGE: Spice Girls Mandala (Karen Bruton)

Thanks to my wonderful friend Karen Bruton for her perfect gift of a pillow case. The Pattern is Durban Spice Girls, a rich metaphor in itself!


(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



Cobwebs and ukuleles

Battling for dominance

On the wall

Feng shui



Brings boons

Shadows wishes

Why not use the broom

Wipe the webs away

But for many a day

Spider woman is me

Weaving the tales

For others

Impossible to chase her

Yin and yang

Musical euphoria

Cleansing the air

While dark woman

Sits at the loom

Spinning, shaping

Truly wishing for good

But there are unseen forces

Tearing the fabric of fairytales

Stretching the strings of sound

Best to accept the dark and light

Sun by day, moon by night

Not all fine, not all bad

But a sense of balance

Between happy and sad…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Gossamer