Writings and Witterings

Spiders On The Bridge


In summer, walking Worcester Bridge,
we see a sight that makes us twitch.
Others stop and peer and stare
at spiders dancing.
We don’t dare avert our eyes
as they spin webs to catch small flies,
but we watch and wonder,
at the thousands, at least hundreds:
what a show!
Our amazement grows and grows,
they cluster, muster round the lamps
busy making spider camps
on lights and pillars of the bridge
lined by trapped moth, gnat and midge.

And big fat spiders.

Polly Stretton Β© 2015


11 thoughts on “Spiders On The Bridge

  1. I love the poem Polly but have to say I am petrified of spiders!!


  2. I remember in Japan there used to be these spiders and they would make giant webs that would cover the path along the street. You had to be careful was you walked in case you’d walk straight into it and end up with a very unhappy spider.


  3. Shuddering! An excellent poem. Made me go all goosebumpy! πŸ™‚


  4. Love the poem Polly but scared rigid of spiders.


  5. Hi Polly cool poem though the thought of big fat spiders…eeek! πŸ™‚


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