I love
the spiders in the night:
they weave their webs with gos'mer threads
which always bind my heart up tight.
They spin
within moon's glowing white,
while silently all eight feet tread—
I love the spiders in the night.
They love
the dark and shun the light.
I find them sleeping in my bed
while binding up my heart so tight.
Their
nimble skills are such a sight!
They are desire, and thus, I've said:
"I love the spiders in the night."
With
tenderness, my skin they bite.
Their passion is my bleeding red,
while still they bind my heart up tight.
So when
the moon sends beams down bright,
do not be filled with utmost dread,
for they will bind your heart up tight,
those blessed spiders in the night.
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Hello CapitalMonday here, a review from the nest. I would first like to say how amazing this poem is written and how you rhymed every word in this poem. This poem is well-written since you are telling a story of how the "spiders" are like nightmare (?) in your pleasant dreams that you wished to have. These "spiders" wonder all over your heart and tied it together to make your heart feel sore, as if you were missing someone or else you were sad.
The rhyming in this poem is unbelievable and sorta reminds me of a Shakespearean poem (like the rhyming pattern since your rhymed the last two line together; couplet). This is also one that I could maybe relate to since i do feel sad at night and sometimes the spiders of the outside and wonder around the bedroom walls until they find me laying there, crying with my heart still beating,
So they pull the threads over my open heart and tie it together, making my heart sore and wary of what I would be crying about (adding pain to it)
Hope you enjoyed this "review" and I must fly away!
CapitalMonday
Ugh, why why why is it always spiders lately?! I blame Stella and now you *glares*

Ok, technically this is pretty good - a couple notes: "while silently all eight feet tread" isn't reading right to my ear, I want an extra syllable between "feet" and "tread," or, alternatively, for it to read "while all eight feet silently tread," but I think that's a me thing. I keep rereading it, and arguing with myself ^^ (and now I see Morrigans's note on that same line! It's always that one teeny bit that gets hinged on, isn't it?)
"adroit" threw me, because everything else is kept to very simple vocabulary, and almost sing-song with the form, so using a, quote, SAT word doesn't fit quite right. I'm not sure - the word itself fits really nicely abstractly, but doesn't with the tone of the rest of the poem. I was trying to come up with something as an alternative, and while I like some of the words, (nimble, dexterous - which really isn't any better in terms of tone and your other word choice - , deft) none really fit, so that was incredibly unhelpful.
Overall, your form definitely got tighter as this went on - the first few stanzas feel a bit stiff, though I think most of that is in my reading of the second line of the second stanza. Your last two stanzas I think are your strongest, and definitely where you used the villanelle form to your advantage, rather than it attempting to control you writing, subtle as it reads to me.
Ok, now to get spiders out of my head!
Wow. A true poet. I never, in my life, thought I could ever come close to liking a spider.
This poem has switched the perspective and totally painted them in a new light.
I'ma be honest, I'm not gonna go cuddle with any spider any time soon, but, dang!
For a moment you had me willing.
I wish I could tell you my favorite line from this poem, but i feel like they are all so good!
I loved it when you quoted yourself, everything. *claps*
Wow, Widders, this is lovely.
I feel like "strings" would work better here. The past tense "strung" and present tense "are" work together, but also mess with my head.I am only a fan of villanelles when they deserve fans, and this one does.
Technically, it's perfect. You've got iambic tetrameter down to a science. I couldn't find a syllable out of place. You use the repeated lines in new ways each time that you use them. And your rhyme scheme is on fleek.
Gurl, I'mma have to put on my nitpick hat.
This is the only line that felt awkward in phrasing to me. Again, in meter, it's perfect, and the rhyme is good. The only thing is the eighth foot. Each eighth foot isn't doing it for me. I suppose that each foot is an eighth foot, but it's strange. I probably would have written it as "while silently all eight feet tread" though yours sounds more poetic.
(Oh, hey, there are eight syllables a line. I see what you did there.)
I feel that if you're going to put this in there, you should connect the emotion of desire more to them. I understand they're pretty from the previous stanzas, but I don't get a feeling that they are desire. It's quite a strong statement that doesn't really stem from much of anywhere.
At first I was leery about you breaking the villanelle rule about the last line, but I really like the use of blessed there. Nice touch.
I hope that this review proves useful to you. I really enjoyed reading this! Happy poeting!
Ooh yay you got my subtle pun!! (even though there aren't eight /feet/ per se, but I really don't feel like writing sixteen syllables in a line xD)
I was trying to think of a way to phrase that eight feet line, and you did it perfectly, so I think I'mma just steal your line...
Thanks for your review~