Photo: David Slotto
Today, she’s gone,
Tomorrow, I’ll find
the remnants of her
web—clinging in despair
to the stalks of an Iris.
Her babies scatter
in our garden.
Her mate is dead.
Actually, it was a couple of years ago; she hung around in our garden the better part of a summer. Linked to Shanyn’s prompt for dVerse Poetics: Micro/Macro! 132 characters…Micro Poetry, Macro photo.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Thos spiders.. I both admire and loath them in a sense… their web are pieces of art.. but being eaten after mating is not so very appealing..
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I love watching these nature scenes play out in my yard too. Such is the way of spiders…short life span.
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Beautiful photo, what a stunning spider. Your poem is sad… however, I will admit it did cross my mind about the black widow spider who kills her mate 😦
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I guess this is how simple and complicated it is at the same time. Always.
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Love love the garden spiders…they do a lot to protect and are beautiful themselves.
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Beautiful thoughts Victoria – I had a similar in my garden once, almost reminded me as if your words were written about her.
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Ever since reading Charlotte’s Web, my children won’t allow me to stamp on any spiders, so they have become friends (preferably outside the house, though). Such brief lives, like most insects, and it’s all about feeding and the next generation, isn’t it?
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I count spiders among the great friends of man, and beautiful into the bargain! Your little poem is a microcosm of spider life.
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thats what life is all about……. U see its one day in spider and 60+ years in human……….. wish we also have to just see it as a day and keep moving on like her
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it is great to have the diversity of species in the garden =)
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it’s amazing to see these giant webs..and the spider does travel a different journey.
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The image is beyond stunning; kudos to the spouse, and the piece is quite a journey through just a few words; I have arachnophobia, so when the garden & yard spiders come inside, it is my wife who must transport them elsewhere. I scream like a little girl.
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I love these shorter pieces–poor little spider
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Spiders are creatures that I cannot warm to although I am an admirer of their tenacity.
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Cool photo and you weave quite a story…hanging on threads of a few words!
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Very nicely done. I wonder about empty webs, but have learned from some garden spiders that it is a trap! Love watching them and capturing them as much as I enjoy the work spiders do in the yard and garden. (Not so fond of them in the house though!)
Great photo and finely crafted micropoetry.
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I am not too fond of spiders but do admire their tenacity & webs ~ And what a lovely complement to the striking picture by your husband ~
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Spiders are our friends – I am not overfond of them in the house but don’t kill them either. I love them outside, even when an ambitious one covers the front door with a web over night. I always feel guilty to plunge through it. Beautiful spider pic and wonderful text to go with!
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They always create such magical webs. The intrigue me and freak me out at the same time. Cool write.
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I celebrated a birthday yesterday, and today, the first day of the rest of my life, turned out to be a 7 Up day. Crisp and clean with no caffeine. 7 Up days were relatively common in Santa Barbara if the morning coastal fog had burned off by 11:00 am. Here is Saint George, they do not occur as often, but are just as welcome. Let me describe a 7 Up day: blue skies with just a few wisps of clouds, temperature of 71 degrees F., no breeze, cool air and a warm sun. It is just intoxicatingly beautiful.
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ugh…they eat their mates after having had sex i’ve heard… think my husband is glad he’s not a spider…smiles…. a beautiful, beautiful pic by your hubs
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Oh, this is sad, Victoria. Sometimes we take these deaths in nature for granted…but truly death is death and each death, even that of a spider, means something!
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An empty web always makes me wonder: “Where is the spider!?” Another year . . . 🙂
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nice picture… lovely story in your poetry… I’ve had them in my garden too.. a bit scary at first, but beautiful
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Sad and interesting.
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is she the one that killed the mate? yikes…i know there are spiders that do that…and the species enters another generation….smiles…i love the art of their webs….
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