A favourite sight in an Autumnal morning are the lacey spider webs that adorn anything with two supports. Tree, plant, door frame or in this case a wonderful old gate.
They sparkle at first light catching the eye as I walk by to the car or with the dogs. And I love to stop for a while to watch the owner busily going about repairs or extensions before sitting quietly in the centre waiting for the first strand to vibrate. It reminds me of Shelob sitting in the centre of her lair in The Two Towers.
“But still, she was there, who was there before Sauron, and before the first stone of Barad-dûr; and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness.“—The Two Towers, “Shelob’s Lair“
As it happens I used to be afraid of spiders and would attempt to rid the house of any I found with a hastily turned down glass and a postcard kept handy for the purpose. That fear disappeared in the proverbial puff of smoke about six years ago and today, I’m happy to share my home with spiders, although I still draw the line at picking them up.
This week’s challenge is to produce the start of a piece of creative non-fiction about a fear or dislike you have of something entirely natural, like a spider. It could even be a phobia like claustrophobia or bibliophobia (although I guess if you had that you probably aren’t reading this blog post or involved in my writerly community!)
Please feel free to leave your effort, or even a link to it if it’s on your own website, below. Alternatively, if you are time strapped share the title you might use, a first or last paragraph, or even a stanza from a poem, or some lyrics.
And here’s my effort .. please be kind 🙂
My first encounter with a spider, so the story goes, was as a baby parked in my pram in the back garden ‘getting the sun’. I don’t remember anything of an encounter that saw my hysterical mother attempting to bat a spider off my face without actually causing me bodily damage. Whether I had been bothered by the spider before my mother lost it has never been mentioned but the experience must have caused a deep trauma as I had a deep and abiding fear of spiders and hands waved in my face for several decades, until the moment I didn’t!