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Time on Her Hands
by Kristina Woodhillso tell me how
in the dead of winter
two thread-waisted wasps
arrived inside
our south-facing
glaze,
octagonally shaped
top of the stairs
top of the house,
tipping into
the top of my mind
a looping litany of
the querulous 5 “W's”?????
and answer me next,
have they partnered
two jumping spiders
already in octagonal residence
whom I hired on the spot
when elm seed beetles
invaded last year
leaving webbed catches
released quite stiffly,
littering the generous eight-sided sill
a union,
perhaps,
of supplier on demand,
wings wending wider,
wasp over spider?
finally
the mystery
of what would possess
a dotty old woman
daily
to place
a pop bottle lid
a-slosh with fresh water
on a basking,
south facing
octagonal sill
where the dead of winter
crisp and grow still
02/01/2015 Posted on 02/01/2015
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/01/15 at 10:23 PM Enjoyed the humor, self derprcation, and unusual description of what can happen in winter! lol |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/02/15 at 09:59 PM Nice one Kristina. Eclectic combination of season and 6-8 leg invertebrates. -26 Celsius outside, but I still find spiders residing with me, rent free. :) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/03/15 at 03:32 PM Funny, I was just reading an article online that said if you're going to attack a hornet or wasps' nest, the best time to do it is winter. Now, thanks to this poem, Kristina, I know where the critters are hiding! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/03/15 at 08:10 PM I love it lady!!! |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 02/06/15 at 12:51 AM This dotty old woman saturates cotton balls for her kitchen spiders. Quite enjoyed this, Kristina. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/11/15 at 12:36 PM it always amazes me, the plenitude of subject matter which is to be found in nature and the passion of one poet's reaction to it which keeps us well stocked and fed and warm in the winter of our ----------Kristina I find it difficult to locate the seam twixt nature and you. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/15/15 at 11:43 PM Always transfixed by your ability to make so much of what is, superficially, so little. In the wrong hands, torture; in yours, euphoria. You have an adolescent hacking your literary persona... |
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