No other creature has such liquid grace,
A dancer on its woven silken wire.
In our world is indeed the spider's place,
Of arachnid beauty will I not tire.
Eight little legs that jump and hop about,
Multiple eyes and rounded abdomen.
Those little legs make ladies scream and shout.
All marvelous spiders, I write for them.
But why fear such tiny, sweet little things?
This web weaver will never seek you harm.
To people a spider should be a king.
Come everyone, embrace their fangèd charm.
In the future you do not need to dread,
Fear not the spider, but love it instead.















Comments
There are a few technical issues with this poem: for one thing, "nay" is misused. You could substitute "ne'er", although that'd be a little pretentious. "Once this won't happen, I'm waiting for when" is an awkward line, difficult to comprehend, and too obviously a forced rhyme.
There seems to be too many syllables on line 9, and too few on line 11: "to people a spider should be a king" is also pretty forced.
Line 13, "with you in your bed" is a strange structure, and also has too many syllables. I'd change it to "on future nights, as you lie in bed", although the detail of "bed" doesn't exactly fit, either. Shouldn'y you be adoring spiders everywhere?
I like the second stanza. Great imagery, especially the part about the legs making ladies scream and shout: the spider sounds like a pop idol, even though the screaming and shouting is probably not fangirlish in nature.
Props on writing a Shakespearean sonnet without an English teacher making you, and great choice of subject matter.
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I actually might use "ne'er", pretentious or not haha... I'd wanted "never" but it didn't fit.
I'll take a look at the syllables in those lines too... thanks for noticing that!
I actually did the bed thing since a lot of people seem to have nightmares about spiders, and are frightened of spiders crawling into their mouths in their sleep, or waking up with a spider on them, or in their bed.
I actually really love Shakespearean sonnets, although I haven't the foggiest why haha... just fell in love with them years ago.
Thank you again for the input, really appreciate it
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