Young Writers Society

Starting a day late, but I thought of this poem a few days ago, when I saw a spider in the steam room at my gym.


Sauna Spider

Sauna spider, sauna spider,
Sitting on the floor,
I didn’t see you waiting there
As I walked through the door.

Sauna spider, sauna spider,
If only I had known,
I might have had to stifle a scream
And out of here I’d have flown.

But oh, sauna spider,
It seems you’re unaware,
You’re sat inside a sauna, spider,
And you don’t seem to care.

Sauna spider, can’t you see?
There is just shiny tile,
Smooth surfaces and me,
Have you been here for a while?

Sauna spider, sauna spider,
I have something to say
And if only you could understand,
That would really make my day.

You see, I’d love to help you out
As it’s so hot in this room
You must be suffering my friend,
Working hard to spin your loom.

Sauna spider, don’t you know?
Your efforts are in vain.
There are no flies, no life at all,
Your energy will begin to wane.

Sauna spider, sauna spider,
There’s nothing here for you.
I really must be leaving now
And I think that you should, too.

I don't even know what this is meant to be.

Against Me

Like a golf club cracking through the air
Like a knife driving through jelly,
The cat stares at me with satirical eyes
And the dog nudges me away.
Even the paintings seem to be screaming at me.
With everything against me, real or inanimate,
I try to shout back
But they’ve stolen my voice.
The dog growls as I crouch down beside him
And he says
“It’s time for you to go home.”