All Comments on 'Brown recluse'

only those who have been bitten can understand the smells of peroxide and the dangers of closet vermon <grin (~_~) nice write

my single greatest fear, until the year a black widow lived at the edge of my garden swing and I hadnt the heart to kill her. She held her little coccoon of eggs close and they hatched and one day I found her dead on a stepping stone in my garden, all curled up. I gave her a spidey funeral. Since then, I have not seen a single black widow, dead or alive....

Hope your leg heals quickly:)

maria

this poem was mentioned on the thread New Poems Reviews

thanks for the literary journey (~_~)

very pleasant reading. concise and in focus (though I think some of the word choices ... 'like whispers feather' for instance, are not particularly fitting and feel like "the easy way out." you can be fresher than that, i know for a fact). i particularly like the ending.

good to see you posting poetry again. :)

evoked by the predator in the closet line. However, that also made the holes in the legs image more disturbing. I definitely winced at this poem and thought of spraying all my shoes down. Then I remembered, no brown recluses up here. =D

The only element from the South

I don't miss here in the damn frigid North;

I'd rather take my chances with that little critter.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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I was in basic training in South Carolina when I was bitten by one. To this day, the smell of peroxide draws up the memory of that nasty bite.