She hunts beneath the window’s greasy pane
A creature of application and articulation
Always meticulous, she rolls her prey as a joint.
Pitiless, parsimonious she inhales, a shiny
Black succubus suspended in silk necropolis
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And here I made the poem a Cinquain I really like this simple style
Spider
Parsimonious, pitiless
Machinating, seducing, deliquescing
Fabricator of silk nets
Succubus
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And a Quatrain Poetry Term, I modeled mine very much after William Blake’s “The Tyger” because I am terrible with rhyme and restrictive forms.
Between thy marionette strings
A butterfly fastens its wings
What pitiless mother or absent father
Could compose thy savage villainy?
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Inside which vaulted shadow do you hide?
And by what vicious, machinating pride
Do you cause the hearts of men to falter?
Such that all who draw near, will their paths alter
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What parsimonious appetite breeds?
The unspeakable cruelty of your deeds
What venom preys upon thy heart?
That makes of murder a necessary art?
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Upon my window pane you loom
Spinning silk threads into a killing room
Flawless are thy careful ministrations
Death the favor of all expectations
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What dread landlord makes of a home, a grave
Such that all who enter by virtue enslave
What sinister architect leaves no egress
Such that a veiled necropolis ensures success
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Between thy marionette strings
A butterfly fastens its wings
What pitiless mother or absent father
Could compose thy savage villainy?
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