Black Widow
by Loraine Cadden (Alkire) Age 12
I spin my web with such perfection,
The men come round for my affection.
All the others talk around,
Say in my kiss death is found.
And to you humans I'll agree,
Death is found in all of me.
But when I man of my own race,
Comes to visit round my place;
I look at the poor foolish boy,
Acting timid, shy and coy.
We make love and just that quick;
He's wrapped in silk an eighth inch thick.
Epilogue:In school discovering the wonders of nature including my carnal one. I don't have much poetry from back then. This I chose to memorize, alongside "The Raven", as if my creation were somehow worthy to go beside it. It's funny to think that my heart's desire would be suppressed- but no more. I'm posting this I suppose to testify that writers must write at any age.
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Loraine Alkire is a freelance writer and cultural humorist living in Southern California. Alkire has had three amazing careers and a lifetime's worth of experiences to draw from in love, laughter, playtime... View profile
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11 Comments
Post a CommentOh so true. I only wish that all my marvels had survived the flood in my youth (no, not Noah's – I'm not that old) – when our basement flooded, all of my masterpieces drowned – in the old days (I can't believe I'm calling it that) we used fountain pens.
That was very impressive for 12! And I'm glad to see a photo of a black widow because I've never been sure about the markings they say to look for.
Very clever for any age.
I'm very impressed. This is MUCH better than any poems I wrote at age 12!
I love it! I have a bunch of my own from this age range and it sure is fun to look back on them sometimes. :) You can see the life changes through how the poetry changes.
That's actually quite observant for a kid. Great job! Thanks for sharing. :)
I remember how clever I thought I was- and oh so wordly wise. Now- at 50- I wonder what happened? Clever? Worldly wise? Errr... just a schlock writer- making a few bucks here and there.
I enjoyed it!
But wait...all the AC women must be spider ladies since they write on the web!
I stay away from spider ladies!