by L. G. Figgins
Monday, February 28, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Prose, for a Monday morning...
A web glitters with dewshine in the morning light, a fine crochet of spun silver.
A moth tentively step apon it's argentine threads,
and pauses to take a drink, dusty wings lulled by a warm breeze.
Birds on a wire prattle their tales, but he ignores their nervous chatter, content to refresh himself at the well. In an instant, He feels a thread strung taut and a tremble beneath him.
He senses a shadow from behind, but as yet it has no form, except for his instinct of danger.
At the moment he tries to fly, his wings are pinned by a band that tightens around his thorax, and he is paralysed by a sting of pain.
The silk trap is spun around him at amazing speed, and he watches the last filters of light fail his eyes and retreat to a dark grey...
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|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Whoa this is so haunting and the web
always scares me. ;) Sometimes I think
life is like that, you get caught in
a web and can't escape and loneliness
is just like the moth.
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Exquisite prose ... 'webbed' to perfection!!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Fantastic capture of the spider and the fly!|
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|Yes it is a very lovely description and the web outside this morning looked like tiny diamonds from the snow.|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Your description is marvelous. Interestingly the WWW sort of works like this for some folk too. ;-)|
|Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
|Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
|I just loved it Linda, such wonderful description, we were there, perhaps upon the high wire with the others, looking, and I felt so badly for the lovely moth, his silvered wings, perhaps, also, and of course the sublime duties of the spider. That which always flashes may not be the drinkable at all, though it seems so lurid, just great, Al|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|excellent word usage; lol at tink's review; she sure hates those spiders, doesn't she? i am not exactly fond of those eight-legged arachnids myself! well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
this is going to my library! :)
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Oh I am so glad you did not mention the "Owner" of the web...I hate them and stay way out reach!!
Great write Linda!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Very creative, beuutifully written piece. unique!
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|this is really good|
|Reviewed by Danielle Mundy
|whew...this makes the prospect of being trapped in a web even more scarey!!! I've never really looked at it from a bug's perspective, but this makes me glad I'm not one!!!|