You and Mr Spider

I don't appreciate flies inside the house that much, so it was only a matter of time before such a poem came into existence. I wrote this one 6 years ago and my hatred is still strong.

See it one second,

Gone the next

Like a thought you never quite had;

The fly droning slowly

About the room

Inspires murderous intentions.

‘Next time I see it,

It won’t be so lucky –

First thing to hand

Will be the last thing it sees,

And I don’t care if I make a mess!’

The insistent buzz

That drives you insane

As it circles above your head;

The sudden silence

When it lands on something,

‘I know it’s here,

Somewhere...’

A wild flailing of the arms

As the dog’s sneeze

Awakens the fly.

You grab the Sunday paper,

Your only weapon against this invisible invader

And –

Sorry, I’m laughing so much

Watching you lose the war,

I’m hiding my tears of mirth.

An hour later, when you sit defeated,

Eating dinner in front of the telly,

I’m up on your ceiling

Eating your silk-wrapped enemy.