Crimson’s Creative Challenge #77
Widow Cob and the spinster Daff
Together cobbling a crafty craft
A wily web stretched across the path
To snag unwary pedlers as they pass
Bind him, cocoon him, store him for later
Suck out his blood, his plasma, his water
Leave him a husk, a convenient cob
Cob upon cob upon cob upon cob
Builds to a new cottage for Thingamabob.
The cob in cobweb means a lump, as are the cobs from which cob cottages are built.
crispina kemp 
A very interesting story.
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Told enormously tongue in cheek!!!
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Yes!
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🙂
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Huh. The more you know, especially when fairy tales get a bit Grimm. 😉
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Not one of Grimm’s but totally my own. Although that is the meaning of the word *cob*. Hence cobble stones, and to cobble (meaning to draw too tightly together when darning) and cob-nuts and a cob loaf. And of course, a cobweb (i.e. a cob’s web, the spider being the cob, the lump)
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I love wordplay! -and I knew it was your story. 🙂
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Has my unique stamp? Yea, actually, it probably does 🙂
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Not a bad thing!
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Indeed not 🙂
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That’s a great take on the prompt, Crispina. Told in a very tongue in cheek manner indeed!
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My usual style. I like humour, but I like it slightly dark 🙂
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Clever with a nice rhythm!
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Thanks. Some days it flows.
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Oh dear! Remind me not to pass by this here cottage…:)
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Yea, I only just got past it intact.
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Thankfully! And thereby write a poem to warn us 😉
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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🙂
Now… on to mine 😉
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Looking forward to seeing it… 🙂
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🙂
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I promise, if ever you come visit me, we won’t stray too near 🙂
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That is good to know!! And who knows? I am planning on travelling the world! OK… bits and pieces of it, anyway.
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I would welcome you 🙂
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I don’t doubt that! 🙂
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🙂
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Wow, I loved the story.
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Thank you. Just some fun to brighten our days 🙂
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My pleasure.🌺👏
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It clearly has a strong beat to it.
It could be a song or a chant.
If I could put my mind to it
I’d finish this poem but I can’t.
Great work Crispina! 😊👏👏👏
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Intended more as a chant than a poem. The sort of thing kids might say to frighten each other 🙂
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Well I was half right. I can picture them dancing around trying to scare each other. 🙂
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Years ago I had a wild fantasy. I would buy a run-down house in the village, and wire it for special effects… a gate that opens just after you’ve passed, eerie calls issuing out of the shrubbery… that kinda thing. Reason? To give the local kids a cause for speculation.
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That would have been fun!
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See, I didn’t need to hit *old* before I had my second childhood. I think I’m now on my fourth ! 🙂
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I refuse to grow up! 😊
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Best way. Peter Pans Unite!!!
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Exactly!!!!
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🙂
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😎
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I don’t even need to know about that last bit of cleverness using the different types of cob, I just love this poem; it’s rhythmic, folkloric, a little bit creepy.
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Thanks, Andrea. I really enjoyed doing this one. 🙂
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I love this poem, it starts off sweet and ends very eerie. Great post.
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My style… thank you 🙂
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