The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vachel Lindsay
Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.
She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a hair.
She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.
To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.
My ghost came back to haunt her.
I saw her eat my heart.
Jim,
Recently I entered (albeit illegally) an abandoned train station. I posted several pics last week. It looked similar to the condition of your photo. I thrive on seeing places like this, not sure why. But it makes for great photography for sure. This is a great photo...as is the poem! The B&W and sun coming through the window makes it stand out for me!
Recently I entered (albeit illegally) an abandoned train station. I posted several pics last week. It looked similar to the condition of your photo. I thrive on seeing places like this, not sure why. But it makes for great photography for sure. This is a great photo...as is the poem! The B&W and sun coming through the window makes it stand out for me!