Snacks, or: Spiders

An Italian sonnet

With eight legs, I compose my lines faster
Than you primates can manage with your hands!
Known as goliath bird-eater to fans,
You may call me Mighty Spider Master.

Mice and lizards know me as disaster
When down in burrow lined with my silk strands.
Fool humans fear my large poisonous fangs...
I scared one once, sweetly picking asters!

My urticating hairs are great defense
When predators come sniffing from above.
Human beings with merest common sense
Know it is best to handle me with gloves.
To me, they represent a threat immense,
For I'm a snack South Americans love.

d’Verse: Creepies and Crawlies…

Today’s d’Verse prompt was to write a sonnet (or some other form of poetry) from the perspective of an insect or arachnid.

I selected the Theraphosa blondi, which is the largest spider in the world.

This South American tarantula holds the record for world’s largest spider. Other spiders might have longer legs, but T. blondi‘s large body means its overall weight can reach 6 ounces (170 grams).

Carrie Arnold, National Geographic

87 thoughts on “Snacks, or: Spiders”

    1. you know, Mary, from my research on this spider (for this poem), I learned that they don’t spin webs – they live in burrows lined with their silk! Interesting, right?


    1. Personally, as a Jew who keep kosher, I wouldn’t either of those… but, TBH, I would have no problem at all trying them if it were not for my tradition… A living spider like that would definitely scare me, but a dead one? Sure, why not? I’d be curious to try it!

  1. Making my way home from the movies one night in San Antonio, I came upon one of these ambling along ahead of me on the sidewalk on a quiet residential street. It is the only time I have ever seen one and I remember it vividly all these years later.

  2. one of your best! Im too scared to go into my own garden at the moment becasue the spiders have built webs right across the width of it and they are very sticky and horrible. but beautiful.

  3. I ‘liked’ the poem, not the animal. There are limits. I’m glad you attempted a sonnet too. I didn’t read the instructions to the end and thought sonnet was obligatory. Not easy!

  4. This poem is scary..and I can’t think of someone eating that tarantula!!!🤢 And that shaggy, hairy thing sure does pack a punch to small animals, I’ll give you that!

  5. You have conjured up a monster, David!

    ‘Human beings with merest common sense
    Know it is best to handle me with gloves.’

    – how about ‘not at all?’ 😱😱😱

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