Spiders

English: A spider Français : Une araignée

On a dark and damp morning as I dotted away at the keyboard;
The rain pitter-pattered on the roof patiently waiting for lunch;
Until Sahara spied along the wall a spider feasting early;
Watching it snack on another spider gave me the shivers;
My office has an odor now, but is free of offending spiders.

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nicknacks

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY CONTRIBUTION…

Each nicknack naps peacefully

While I type ’til twilight fades softly

When the clock chiming cloves the eve

The dancing doves delight in my fantasy

Shifting from the shadowed shelves to the floor

The pocket-sized peer in for a private telling

Of my latest lovers’ lore gone wrong

Offering only homage to each twist

That pushes and pulls apart the lovers

For them to face their fears alone,

To fight foe and fall in love again-

Learning to love the length of time

And as morning mist moves up to the house

My wee readers return to their resting place

—100 words—

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