The young, the eagerly emerged, the inexperienced.
the babies---arachnid---spill by their dozens, then hundreds,
from the hardened egg-case to which their mother's dessicated
carcass still clings: the swiftest, shrewest and most savage of
them quickly mount her and devour the little, the very little, left.
Then, each of them turns eight feral eyes toward you, and
upon eight articulated legs, each of them scuttles toward you---
you whom terror has transfixed, immbolized, to your chair:
eight feral eyes by their dozens and hundreds
moment by moment, nearer to you.
Starward
Wow! A breathtaking
Wow! A breathtaking performance that blends movement, a creeping pace, an ingrained phobia, skin-crawling images and, of course, first-rate writing skills to create the perfect micro horror story. I agree with Saiom that it seems to have symbolic value as well. Thunderous applause!
Thank you for those kind
Thank you for those kind words. And thanks to you and Saiom for the symbolic interpretation. I have always admired Mallarme's symbolist poem about the swan on the frozen lake---and this is probably the closest I will get to emulating it. Oh well, even an old coot like me can still have poetic dreams, lol.
J-9th94
a brilliant work.. peraps a
a brilliant work.. peraps a metaphor for those human children who take
but never give...
'spill by their dozens, then hundreds,
from the hardened egg-case to which their mother's dessicated
carcass still clings:' incredible!
Thanks for those kind words
Thanks for those kind words and for the interpretation. Much appreciated.
J-9th94