“Come into my Parlor,” said the Spider to the Fly: a Halloween Poem

The prompt was, “Write a poem about spiderwebs.”


Spiders wait in corners
of intricate webs —
their trappings
lovely
by design.
Once, I thought,
“What a fool to be stuck,”
but now,
older
(and none the wiser, by any means),
I see their elaborations
and think myself a fly.

Isabelle Palerma

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