Island

The girl who rented
my room before me
was afraid of spiders.
When she came to decorate
she found one, in the middle
of the back wall.

Instead of asking
someone to move it
for her,
she painted an ocean
of royal blue
all around it.

A circle of white
the size of a fifty pence piece
and a skeleton;
all that remains.
It had nowhere to go
poor sucker.