Spider

Beneath the house is a tennis ball I’m failing to reach.

A sacred space, a different world a house wife will never breach.

Filled with nasties I cannot bear.

Spiders as such, a terrain, I will not share.

 

With a broom stick, the tennis ball I try to tap,

reaching in as close as I can, there’s still a hefty gap.

Spiders eyes staring back at me.

The terror, the pain, I’m trapped, I’m never free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Spider

  1. ”Beneath the house is a tennis ball I’m failing to reach.

    A sacred space, a different world a house wife will never breach.” – Fantastic line and with all the nasties under there I’d go buy another tennis ball for sure.

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