Paul Murdered a Spider

It was on the wall with a close up view
of a print of a surrealistic painting
by Rene Magritte.

He squished it on the glass
over a white dove of peace
in front of a face under a bowler.

Paul sprayed glass cleaner on a cloth
to wipe up the smear
from the glass.

After the murder, he wondered
that there were no spiders
in Renaissance art about the after life.

You would think Bosch placed spiders
in the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Especially in the right panel’s abyss.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

Anchoring The Earth

The tree of darkness balanced its shade.
Between all its leaves spiders spun webs.

In only one spot a circle of moonlight snuck through.
It illuminated a heart surrounding two names carved on its trunk.

The question is who would choose such a tree
to declare their love?

Even here a breeze disguises a greater breath
its collision with my cheek and throat.

As the moon sets, the spiders’ abdomens
issue a phosphorescent glow.

The leafy canopy blocks out all other constellations
to create its own in radiant blue hues.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney