THE SPIDER AND THE FLY

THE SPIDER AND THE FLY

 

First courted the spider the fly

When very young and a green horn

With flames of love

And a chalice of romance

Candles lit by his homely castle he spun

Of magnificent fine transparent threads

Woven so articulate and precise

Upon walls of ivory, wall paper or war paint

Camouflaged his cushiony castle of webs very well!

His homely furnace

And lacy cushions

As one furnishes with flourish webby furniture

Though not of fire or twigs

But cherished by the heart

Of every flying flick

"I came by again and again

With a flutter of lid and wing!"

 

Took her off in a silver net

"Affaire de Coeur" or "Affaire a`Convoiter"

A clandestine love affair or an affair to covet

The musty black spider and blue thong bottle fly

He spied her everyday

With his bulging binoculars

The cavities of his splendid eye

At first foiled many his attempts

In capturing her fleeting wing

Flailing his every move

Courtly she disapproved

To give her coy and bashful heart away

Inside the welcoming tendrils of his cobwebs

 

"A sliver of a moon I hung

With a span of my cherished wing

Such a romance was spun

Neither an inch nor a budge

Could he cocoon me into

Or mummify

For yet was I young and a greenhorn"

 

"I was young and could flee

His grubby and treacherous grasp

I still had wings to fly away

His Machiavelli cunning and handsome face

Charming every other moth or flea

Into his wide open opulence

With glee"

 

Thence one day surmounted his filial task

As a son to a mother

So she obeyed

Succumbing to her master of manipulation

His tricky masque of interwoven meshes

Warmly welcoming

Her in his spidery masquerade ball

For her glass shoe would be trapped

Like Cinderella in his many threads of enrapture 

The master spider of deception 

Captured at last his weak betrothed prey

 

"I was but a blue veined and naive blue bottle humble

Lady fly

With an hourglass figure

Voluptuous hip and curvy fleck of electric spark in me

But soon the night grew dark

Blinded me O' dear me!

Fell into his charming boudoir

Happily I"

 

"O clumsy wretched me!

All what a charming face can do

To a young greenhorn"

Now changed into a woman sublime with grace

Everyone would envy green

Green thumbs and spidery meshes that a magician spider 

Performed with his friend the pitcher plant gardener

Attracting fleas and hornets

Carnivorous as he

Contrary to the herbivores

That slipped so easily inside

The dark tunnels of his slimy belly 

Like an urn or spidery foil both the spider and the pitcher plant

With their fangs and strings

Dazzled feats of stupor and wonder

Growing tongues of lizards and frogs

And invisible strings of musical chords

In his secret garden 

 

Soft and spun

The Spiderman

With his treacherous saliva

A blanket of Love lace with a ruffled pillow case

"As with glee he mummified me and kissed again

The magic sorcerer

Then tenderly whispered into my ear"

"To Be My Blue Veined Bride

Finishing its sac of blue blood

Till not a drop remained or 

Not To Be My poor Blue Bottled wallflower dame!"

Like a Vampire he professed

Undying love for the lady Blue Bottle fly

As profusely a manly mane

To her pink lady blusher veil

One of the many in his treasured garden

Amongst the stranded wallflower corpses in vain!

Confessed his sinful desires!

 

"As he confessed to me

Unendingly

In his parlour suite full of vanity cases"

Immersed she thoroughly her head

In fanciful lace of fiction he wove so intricately

She hid from his lecherous gaze

As he praised his gauntlets

Calling them spinning cocoons

Dimes to dollars

Hay to gold

Luxuriously a mass of hair

Its invisible strands they shone

Upon it a tiara like

A Princess "Delirious dolorous" 

A tinge of sorrow she

Befittingly wore!

 

"And day by day I grew weaker and weaker

Numb and paralysed

Like a moth to a burning flame

Was I drawn slave to the atrocious spider King

Petrified though

To be victim in his hands"

Was it guilty pleasure or simply pain?

A tortured play-toy or a joyful playboy?

To terrify or mummify you?

Inside his webby pyramids of lace

 

The audience would guess in vain

That what he derived

Was pure gratification and titillation

 Nail biting part of a suspense drama

Full of thrills and chills

As passion subsided with the flames of the precious moment

Ignited then subdued by his sublime artistry

By the hours and minutes

That quickly ticked by

Of his funny clock face

And pendulum body supporting

His dainty sinewy hands and legs

 

Lifting him like an astronaut way up high

 A holy cobweb entwined

Rocket like propellers of an abhorrence satellite

Of his slick and shiny

Sleek and black outer carapace

His busy hands and legs

That propelled him

Into a void of space

Of the cushiony blue clouds yonder

And by a single thread brought him lower

 

Dangled he thereupon

Just in time

With articulate precision

Showing his timely face and pendulum body

Supporting his thin sinewy hands and legs

Purportedly

To certify it was his cunning clock face

Good grace right in front of you!

Just like the nursery rhyme of

An Incy Wincy spider

With a grizzly and hairy body

That frightened jolly Miss Muffet away

 

"The nimble footed creature

Scary as could be

Surrounded me as he crawled upon me

I wept dearly for my life

I turned white in pallor with his makeup divine

Like a harlequin with tears in her eyes

He wove me white threads of a tapestry

My virgin bridal gown of gossamer

And shroud or veil of an angel

He knitted into sticky linen

So skilfully and sublimely

He plied the thread

Over my pretty face and body

As he manoeuvred a puppet with strings

Choked I gasping for air

To suffice me enough…. breathe

Whilst he stringing, looping and chaining me

In his charming secret boudoir"

 

"As a makeup artist would turn

A woman into an old wrinkly beldam

Withered now my face

Full of wrinkles and beat up

By the ruffian spider changing mood

From pessimism to optimism

Half wing eaten

His plate full yet half empty

Like a silver dime or a nickel

In a beggars bowl

To be emptied

And a crumpled carcass

Light and feather weight thus entangled

Glorified he my deathly defeat

His alluring fantasy"

 

"Hypnotised by his magic eyes and mouth

Dropping fine tassels and chords

Like a mouth organ

Playing an orchestra

Orchestrate my violin coffin

Weaving and spinning

He thus blindfolded and flogged

Me blind like Russian roulette 

Alarmingly cocking his golden rifle in 

A cocoon inside his casino

A silly slimy webbed castle

As he lay me upon a tangled canvas

An artist's secret mysterious boudoir"

 

"A prey to the monster

His age old mistress

The lady blue bottle fly

I played damsel in distress in gusto

All others cheered beside me

In their sunken graves

Lauding me for my courage and dare

In one of their shallow graves

Of his many webbed cartridges

Inked with feather 

His epitaph

"Spider and his flies

Rest in peace doth I

Inside my secret boudoir"

 

"Thus tangled me in a web of deceit

 Lies and scandal

My fluttering eyelashes could bat no more

His sinewy muscles he flaunted without any effort

Nor could I wag my blue witted tongue of sarcasm

As he tongue twisting it into a French kiss of irony

I gave up on my cunning wiles

Made no effect to change his demeanour

And his vile that would shape my future destiny

In his loom lay my befallen fate

Like a prey to the dreaded beast so foul indeed!

In the very cavity

Of his secret boudoir"

 

"Till I be negligent a tiny dot

Once behemoth Emerald Green moth

A beautiful Ruby Red Vanessa butterfly maybe

Or a blue bottle diamond he wished to possess

Thus he captivate or captive be she

Every mans secret fantasy

If diamonds were girls best friends

He'd have one even

For him exquisitely

 Every dinner or luncheon

To keep up the Joneses

And showcase his bedroom

His many shiny medals, cups and trophies

Now just a stray wing or a broken leg

Even a tentacle or a strand of hair

An antennae maybe

Remained of his bejewelled lady necklace

The mussels and the pearls

Of his glitzy sparkly death well"

 

The spider and his paramour

The many possessions that lasted in his house of horrors

Like King Black Beard

He possessed so many

But now like a pauper king he scrambled four feet high

The ceiling for the maid had just 

Dusted the day before

With her broom and handle

A Pauper King, his harrowing boudoir

Now bare of its insect prisioners

 

The secret thus unveiled in his attic

Or man-cave 

Its gaunt grave of many

Kings and Queens alike

The undying prodigies

His heroes and heroines

Of A Shakespearean Spider King

Ludicrous 'twas blithe and blighted

"For finders keepers losers weepers"

 In his treasured album of his hairy chest

"Harmlet, Morthello, Roverfly and Juliet flea

Butterfly to a bee or not to bee

A treasure for pleasure….. Measure for measure

Inside his buffering tapestry

A tale of two fleas

And many a bumble bees and flies

Much ado about insects like me

The lady Blue Bottle fly"

 

"Try and try again

Till you succeed"

The motto of his legion

Without a barricade

Higher and higher

Much higher now above the highest ceiling

Yet climbed he victorious

To taste successes of many battles won

Conquering his weak and timid

Ladies of prey

 

As he awoke once again from his sleep

And contrived he to build another net for a bug

A lousy tearjerker named "Humbug"

To defeat thus his winning feats

Quite literary a scorpion of course

Literally a belief

"Fear begets fear"

Power begets power"

That devoured the cunning spider

In a spider Solitaire Match

 

"To free me

Chaste and pious

A victim indeed of holy matrimony!

And days of endless torture 

That its courtship thus belied me!"

 

Excruciating its stranded course of spider's web designing

Lucrative to some jokesters and pranksters

Named "Be Warned Graphic Content"

 Look with caution

Grotesque paranormal activity

In a tangled web we weave daily

 

 "For students and connoisseurs of art and sciences

By wizards with tails

Or professors who weave magical webs

The many flying dragonfly fairies and their contraptions

Wings, antennae, hub caps or propellers

Fire torched insects, humble houseflies

Hoverflies and definitely poor me!"

So said the Blue Bottle lady fly to herself and 

Her ogling spectators

 

A spider once from his many strings of his magic looms

Serenaded to his webbed prisoner a strange duet

In a secret rendezvous

With the Blue Bottle lady fly

Flings on strings by a flickering blue candle

Its amorous yet tangled alleged alliance

A warm glow of romantic candour

Webby Condominium Condor

 

Sang the spider to his mistress

Or lover

A song for his supper

So did the humble blue bottle fly

Sing a prayer for her lover

A supplement thus he repose

In slumber peaceful

For it happened to be Valentine's 

"Lovers shall keep

Losers weep forever"

A precious fly or a tangled web 

 Of heartache!

 

The quixotic spider enlightened thus sang to 

The precious fly

Unrequited love

"I love yee till death

And yee spite my grave yet

Hate me beyond belief or measure"

As he sang most sorrowfully and sweetly

At his deathbed!

Little he knowing

What the blue bottle Lady Fly sang in her sleep

 

Sang sweetly the fly to the spider

A blue folk ballad

As devotion a spider's bride to her betrothed

"A web for me

Spider O' Spider

O' so lovingly and craftily

You weave

Must we die now?

Till shall we meet again in paradise someday!

 O' black grey Spider"

Sweetly sang the blue bottle lady fly

To the extinguished spider!"

 

In stringed enrapture

'"S P I D E Y and B L U E B O T T L E F L Y

Bzub bzubby bezubb bzzz"

In love notes

Diminishing 

Upon her funeral pyre

The spider and the fly!