Stephanie Saunders Poem

POEM: Spider-Man’s cousin

A poem by Stephanie Saunders


Spider-Man’s cousin
puts on his running shoes
and jogs through the forest
on familiar paths,
very early in the morning.
We follow, walking, savouring
the birdsong, the freshness,
the green forest scents.
As he runs, his body collects
the web-traps stretched
across the path overnight,
with their silk-wrapped
prey packages, and leaves,
and things the spiders
would rather not have caught,
including our suburban super-hero,
who sometimes even sports
live spiders, worn like badly placed
logo’s on his T shirt.
We gratefully follow in his
de-arachnidated wake.



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