Steel wool on a spool-
I made a spider’s web.
The spider grabbed one end and pulled,
Puzzling, “what kind of thread?”
It pushed me in and made me spin.
“Serves you right for copying me.”
The thread turned like a skipping rope,
But not a children’s game for me.
“I’ll be trussed up, I’ll be eaten.
Mocked a spider- now I’m beaten.”
“Come along now,” they all said.
“It’s fantasy. You are not dead.”
But if that’s true, where am I now?
It isn’t home somehow.

I write occult and visionary fiction, and self-publish it as free books. I also write poetry and flash fiction, some of which is occult and visionary but not all, and I belong to a Spoken Word group for writers in my local area.
My Instagram is candyray1 and my WordPress blog is candyrayblog.wordpress.com

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

2 thoughts on “Home

  1. Amazing and fasinating words

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