Lucy Williams blogs her new poem – Greedy Tarantula

Greedy Tarantula


I anticipate

I anticipate the silent shifting of footsteps,

for the flustered fumbling of rubble down in the burrow,

and her squinting eye to occlude.


My friend doesn’t notice me much,

but I always have my eyes on her.

I am a camera with eight orbicular lenses,

as I wait, poised in the dusty shadows.


My web is a distinct design of intertwining threads,

but are much bigger prey is at my desire.

I scuttle, I scurry, my hinged claws at the ready.

A silent squeak,

followed by silence…


My fangs were like talons,

as I sunk my virulent venom through her skin.

We could only be friends for so long…