The last prompt from my Spoken Word group was ‘Home’, and my mind went blank, so I didn’t perform at that event. It’s just as well because now that I have come up with something, I am not sure they would have liked it.

Steel wool on a spool-

I made a spider’s web.

The spider grabbed one end and pulled,

Puzzling, “what kind of thread?”

It pushed me in and made me spin.

“Serves you right for copying me.”

The thread turned like a skipping rope,

But not a children’s game for me.

“I’ll be trussed up, I’ll be eaten.

Mocked a spider- now I’m beaten.”

“Come along now,” they all said.

“It’s fantasy. You are not dead.”

But if that’s true, where am I now?

It isn’t home somehow.

Don’t forget I am still serialising one of my novellas, ‘Mount Clexa’, on my other blog Fiction Aeon. Only one more instalment to go. (You can read back to the first instalment for the beginning, or download the whole book free.) See Fiction Aeon – Occult and visionary fiction (