A Flower Named Benjamin Button

by Kristina Woodhill

Like a spider in my slick
Porcelain kitchen sink
This fall skitters around under
Discarded dirty summer plates

Hiding at the sight of winter's
Long reaching fingers
Groping but determined
From up out the waiting dark drain

A spider without webbing
Can not make that slick vertical climb
A northern fall without winter
Leaves spring wringing its limbs

Buds in disarray


Posted on 12/11/2012
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/11/12 at 02:58 PM

Ah! What a clever and thoughtful image - we spiders helpless without our webs. The coolness of this piece is the way it can lead you to both the seasons of earth and life... "winter's long reaching fingers" "the waiting dark drain " both symbolic of emotional and mental states and/or the life cycle I can relate to. Thanks Kristina for this seemingly light poem and its deeper meaning... at least from my patch of the planet.

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 12/11/12 at 03:12 PM

this is adorable every which way; I know that spider well... thnx!

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 12/11/12 at 03:14 PM

yes ... i think I'll hang this in my window!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/12 at 04:11 PM

Wonderful (quite original) poetic adaptation of one of my favorite movies to your own local weather conditions. That spider however has easily made it up the sink here in Ottawa with enough cold and snow to prove it.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/13/12 at 01:35 AM

***Stellar*** (loved this too!as always) :)

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