عنكبوت


Dobranoc and she whispered into night,
A figment of imaginacja,
Mrzonka, yea too difficult to type:
A phantom of the Balkan Austria.

Bonjour
, she spoke and I was succoured by
Her speech that tiptoed off her argent tongue
And danced the very corners of the globe–
Vast, vast, her silny word wide web she spun.

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sherry Marr
    Oct 25, 2012 @ 11:20:13

    This works so well – love the lilting rhythm, and the rhyme, especially your closing lines.

    Reply

  2. Poet Laundry
    Oct 25, 2012 @ 13:15:48

    Fun dance of a read.

    Reply

  3. Eileen T O'Neill
    Oct 25, 2012 @ 14:05:48

    Oh dear,
    Lies and untruths are difficult to accept….

    Eileen

    Reply

    • wordcoaster
      Oct 25, 2012 @ 15:04:33

      Haha–it’s funny, I never read it that way, but that makes a lot of sense! I wrote it more in awe of multilingual people, but I love your interpretation as well–thanks! 🙂

      Reply

  4. ella
    Oct 25, 2012 @ 16:49:22

    I love the clever view of your poem~
    I love how you did it and the phantom of
    Balkan Austria ;D
    I love the silky spin of the world
    Well Done

    Reply

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