Arachnid; The Hunter

by Maple Tree   Nov 10, 2014


Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints
the shell of my being.

Draped in warmth,
shuffling through
autumn's leaf tears,
unaware of the
hunter who stalks
my every move.

Tasting my flesh
twice during a moons
midnight
phases;
Striking in silence.

My stalker engulfs
the very essence of me,
eight legged night bondage
inflamed a rotting kiss-

Flesh eater.

Left bitten, weary,
frightened by his
invisibility at time
of strike.

I've never yearned
death upon any living
creature,
however his demands
upon my slow growing
demise leaves me
ready and willing
to make him take
his last breath at
the bottom sole
of my winter boot....

Kiss of spider,
flesh of rotting flesh,
release me;

Tired of being your next meal,
the victim~

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  • 8 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Maple really has been through the wars with this stalker of hers, however, she does well to turn events into poems! This poem is filled with the eerie tone of that spider following her, but yet she cannot see it with her own eyes. She only knows it has bitten through the aftermath of its bite. It is so true that the common fear of spiders is stemmed quite a bit from the way they move and disappear so fast, which this poem really highlights. It was a good touch to add in the poem how the author does not wish harm to any living creature, yet she finds herself unable to forgive and forget this particular species, quite rightly so. I also like the humorous ending of the weapon of murder being a boot! Great write for such a "creepy" topic.

  • 9 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    A Splendid Write!!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Under a moon covered haze
    I gaze, as mist anoints
    the shell of my being.

    ^^I like the peaceful mood of the night here. You have brought the calmness in a reader's mind.

    Draped in warmth,
    shuffling through
    autumn's leaf tears,
    unaware of the
    hunter who stalks
    my every move.

    ^^For a minute while reading this the only image that came to my mind was Red Riding Hood! Was not the wolf too stalking her before eating her? I like the switch of mood from calm to a night of hunting!

    Tasting my flesh
    twice during a moons
    midnight
    phases;
    Striking in silence.

    ^^I was a bit lost here; but I take it that already the writer has experienced this type of moment and is on the vigil as she ventures out into the night again.

    My stalker engulfs
    the very essence of me,
    eight legged night bondage
    inflamed a rotting kiss-

    ^^I never liked these 8 legged creatures! Just reading about them sends fear!

    Flesh eater.

    Left bitten, weary,
    frightened by his
    invisibility at time
    of strike.

    ^^So true they really know how to hide and strike I think all huntsmen must learn from this creature. That what makes this second half of the poem so scary, keeping the reader on the edge!

    I also like the build up of the story and thought oh my she is going to be bitten! But the last line made me happy:

    Tired of being your next meal,
    the victim~

    I really could see you stamping on that thing which made me to smile too! Cruel has it sounds this poem is about nature, the survival of her children-creatures and humans. One big cycle..

    Congrats on the win!

  • 9 years ago

    by Rusheena

    This is awesome, Andrea! I love the dynamic between the hunter and the victim and how the tables turn after the victim decides to seek revenge. As always, your imagery is stunning! I can always put myself into your scenes with no effort. Btw, I'm terrified of even the thought of a brown recluse biting me; so, the imagery added another level of fear. Thanks for that, haha. As beautiful as nature is, it can also be deadly, and that's something that we always have to be aware of. Great write!

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    This stalker makes use of your greatest pleasure: moonlight rambles in the woods. Such distasteful irony! Just like a mugger in the flower garden or a cut throat in the zoo.
    Your portrayal of him as predator or vampiric is excellent; the imagery is so graphic it seems to leap from the pages of a gothic romance. The serial nature of the attack is depicted (bondage) as if you were hopelessly enthralled. Your repugnance is seen as overshadowed by your need to place yourself in harms way. Of course, anyone who knows you also knows it will take more than Brown Recluse to keep you from your beloved nature.
    Yes, it is too much to give up. Wading-hip boots must feature in your future.