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Posted by Douglas, Aug 2, 2010. 424 views. ID = 3749
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 | free verse. I didn't try to set up a specific meter, but it turns out it is almost entirely iambic. The poem begins with "s" alliteration for the spider, and switches to "w" alliteration for the part about me. |  | This post has been awarded 6 stars by 2 readers. |
As silent as a sunrise on the still, dawn air,
By subtle art she weaves her slender silken threads
From bush to shrub to sturdy oak across the hillside trail.
But I, a weary wanderer, solitary, unwitting, unaware,
Sweep away her fragile web with careless tread
And naught remains of all her careful craft but this:
A sudden, startling wetness and a tingling of the flesh.
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