I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
Please critique my latest poem --is it any good or not?
I don't think there is anything to critisize! The poem is perfect the way it is. Just be yourself.
Reply:THIS IS THE BEST!!DON'T NEED 2 ASK....BE YOURSELF!!!
Reply:I think this poem is good. Nice job
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Reply:Very descriptive. The imagery really allows the reader to view the scene through the eyes of the author.
Reply:ii liiiiike it
Reply:Beautiful! It's great. I love all the similes and metaphors. The last two lines of each stanza were gorgeous. I'm a poetry fan, so I could go on and on for hours complimenting it ^^ You should publish this on poemhunter.com or a site like it. It's much too good to keep to yourself! :D
Reply:I like the imagery of your poem. I'm a bit turned off by the witches' broth part, but you are talking about fictional witches, right?! Lovely poem. *snaps* Kudos for the use of the word "thither."
Reply:ding!
Reply:Excellent work. I like it very much even though I don't like spiders, lol!
Reply:I'm going to try moving a few lines around:
-Mixed ready to begin the morning rite
-A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth
-If design does govern a thing so small.
I like it, it's rather compelling.
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