At #dversepoets pub this evening we have been prompted to write from the perspective of a creepy crawley.
I am Incy
Hu-man’s come, Hu-man’s go,
They cannot do static.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting to pounch.
On my male
Hu-man’s talk, Hu-man’s shout.
They cannot do quiet.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting for my meals
To pull my leg
Hu-man’s taste, Hu-man’s waste
They cannot be orderly
I am Incy Waiting
Waiting for my hatchlings.
To feast on their first meal.
Hu-man’s switch, Hu-man’s make bright
They cannot do darkness.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting to be eaten
I am my babies first m………….
©14/09/2021 rogleach

GREAT surprise ending!
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What a feast, for the babies… and it happens right under our eyes.
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That looks like a boat spider or one that lives near water. They do get busy building their webs at night. I like how you used repetition in your poem.
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Oh, you have climbed my water spout! Very cool!
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THis is super! I love the “they don’t do…” lines. All the things spiders are that we are not. It’s perfect.
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Thank you
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Yes.. a most intriguing poem. I looked up Incy, thinking there might really be an insect by that name. Love your addressing us as hu-mans but wonder how you stumbled upon your own name. Am I dense? I love how you got into the mind of a bug.
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Inch wincy spider is a childs rhyme here in England
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Aha.. In the States it is “Itsy bitsy spider climbed up a waterspout.” Is that the same one?
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yep one and the same i remember it as incy wincy
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I love your spidery perspective here, Rog! Love the spider’s view of Hu-man activity. Is it true that they get eaten by their young? The ultimate sacrifice!
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Only some species sacrifice themselves. Some female spiders will wat the males on finishing mating with them
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Fair enough 🤣
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Oh I love this! The repetition of “hu-mans can’t do” is so effective, but it only becomes really alien and other in the last line. The contrast with the childish incy wincy rhyme is so striking, the way that familiarity gives a false sense of understanding that your poem really makes clear is false.
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