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An Autumn’s Juxtaposition: The Spiders In The House Plant

28 Oct

My houseplants have been on the porch all summer.

The moon, white as vanilla, sends an evening chill

announcing a late October frost.

They must be carried inside, some hung

from my kitchen’s skylight windows.

 

Picking them up and carrying them through the porch, we welcomed each other.

As I open the storm door, I thought I heard a tiny critter voice chatter;

barely heard, but definitely noticed on the right side from my good ear,

inviting me to look closely at the plants. But, I chose

to quickly put them down on the porch floor.

 

I was a little concerned about my state of mind.

A worry, I must admit, since I was born.

 

Peering cautiously through the leaves of the one plant on the right side,

I spied a silver spider web laced between stems and leaves.

On closer inspection, I saw two critters with long skinny legs;

one in the center of the web and the other, on its furthest edge.

In the center, standing on six of his eight legs,

with one hand on his hip and another extended towards me,

I believe, to introduce himself with a hand or whatever I was supposed to shake.

Without hesitation, he began to speak, quite clearly, in my one good ear.

“Hey! Big Guy!

Bigger of biggest fellows!

I apologize for my intrusion your glorious immensity.

Speaking for the half of which I represent;

This of course, includes only me, for the other half has not yet agreed.

I am asking for your support in avoiding the outside tonight

and perhaps throughout the next two seasons.

For me, big guy, you show wisdom, compassion and a good taste in women.

I plead for you to save us, me and the little lady, where we could be killed

or die freezing outside. We are the third generation that has shared

 this house and we do wish to continue to abide.

 Love the light! Love the dark! Love what you have done inside.”

 

Startled as he spoke I felt dumbfounded,

out of breath, without words in the bellows.

 “Hey you! Snap out of it! Hey! Big Guy! Bigger of biggest fellows!

 I have just heard from the other half. The Mrs. has also agreed to plead

quietly to you. Asking for the joy to watch the early seasons go by…

 weaving harmlessly among the leaves”.

Aghast, with natural concern, I pushed the plant away from my face.

I picked them up, still a little suspicious of the others,

I hurriedly brought them all inside, two at a time.

 

 

I made a pot a coffee; setting a cup in a saucer with a spoon,

sugar, and next to them, a carton of cream.

 

 

In the dimming light of late autumn

I placed the spider plant on the kitchen table.

Facing the shiny silver web, we started talking away

with spinning yarns and silver threads of family and friends;

all of whom have lived here. Reminiscing, laughing, I, drinking fresh coffee

and they, drinking from teacups, with warm evenings dew.

 

(We spoke about our parents, grandparents,

children, and all the visiting inhabitants.

Some I never knew existed and some apparently they ate.

I have yet to meet the others that are staying here;

evidently, they have cousins from the fiddleheads estate,

having arrive earlier, deciding to winter in the cellar downstairs.)

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19 responses to “An Autumn’s Juxtaposition: The Spiders In The House Plant

  1. ZQ

    November 3, 2018 at 4:32 pm

    Nope! : )

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  2. skipmanning

    November 2, 2018 at 6:35 am

    tHANKS. wHAT A FUN POEM. My family is comfortable with ‘critters’ on the house plants ,but aghast at my cave-dwellers affinity for cobwebs…”Is that SO wrong?”

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  3. dsnake1

    October 30, 2018 at 8:55 am

    hey, Bigger of biggest fellows! this is totally delightful! 🙂

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  4. Truedessa

    October 29, 2018 at 6:29 pm

    This was a wonderful story, I was totally taken in with each word. Absolutely creative and entertaining. (clapping)

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  5. Beverly Crawford

    October 29, 2018 at 5:32 pm

    What a delightful journey. We’d most likely be aghast at the secrets our houseplants could divulge!!

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  6. sanaarizvi

    October 29, 2018 at 3:47 pm

    Oh this is just lovely!❤️

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  7. gillena cox

    October 29, 2018 at 3:17 pm

    Luv your witty spider conversations. Happy Autumn

    Much❤love

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    October 29, 2018 at 2:57 pm

    I really love this… one of your best, makes me think fairy tale, it made me smile including the spider’s voice which is awesome… one of your best.

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  9. Cressida

    October 29, 2018 at 11:02 am

    Erm….you know what you said about suspecting you were bonkers…well….there could be a faint possibility LOL
    Loved it…Hilarious.

    Don’t tell you kids
    They’ll put you away:)
    At least you are in good company on this poetry blogsite.:)

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  10. annell4annell4

    October 29, 2018 at 10:52 am

    Very Cute!

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  11. magicalmysticalteacher

    October 29, 2018 at 10:33 am

    What a delightful tale you tell! I wouldn’t worry about your state of mind, if I were you. All is well.

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  12. susanstoo

    October 29, 2018 at 10:33 am

    This is my new favorite of yours! Wow. I had written about living with spiders in “A Spinster’s Tale” long ago, and it’s in my book, but no longer on the blog. Yours and mine could sit side by side and love each other.

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  13. anmol(alias HA)

    October 29, 2018 at 8:08 am

    I love this fantastical tale — there is something about talking critters which grabs our attention, only if we are willing to listen. This Roald Dahl-esque prosaic piece is as much for the adults as it is for the kids. Great reading! ❤

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  14. thotpurge

    October 29, 2018 at 3:01 am

    What a tale you spin… !!!!

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  15. mhmp77

    October 28, 2018 at 11:24 pm

    kaykuala

    If one can see their eyes how they plead to be inside – it is obvious they should have our sympathies to be won over. Nice story ZQ!

    Hank

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  16. Mary

    October 28, 2018 at 10:55 pm

    I really enjoyed all the detail here, ZQ. Lots of reflection, fascinating images. I really felt as if I had a glimpse inside of your life.

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  17. Sherry Blue Sky

    October 28, 2018 at 8:41 pm

    This is such a delight I didnt want it to end. I LOVE the concern about your state of mind, “a concern since I was born”, LOL. LOVE the spidey’s hand on one hip, the other extended…….love the ensuing conversation and the rescue of the refugees from winter’s chill. What a glorious story. I hope you read it to the grandkids!

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  18. Pat: willow88switches

    October 28, 2018 at 8:01 pm

    Oh wow! this is one awesome prose poem! Whoot!

    I loved it from start to curious laughing moments, to the questioning of your sanity, as well as mine clearly, and the delicious shared moment for moment ending!

    Fantastic. Just absolutely brilliant! This should be essential reading of a week – just to offer us pause for thought and reminding that there is all kind of “wild life” – essential in their own ways of the world, and we but have to stop and see.

    Loved the word play and all the joyous delight you’ve had in capturing this and penning it with such generosity of spirit. 😀

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  19. Maureen Sudlow

    October 28, 2018 at 6:03 pm

    delightful

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