Jostle Up the Word “Wedding”and You Get “Webbing”
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Isn’t it somewhat ironic that if you turn the dd’s around in the word wedding that you end up with the word…
Webbing
Are some weddings the shedding of the exoskeleton of self and the ebbing of a webbing when you fast forward several years down the road?
Dare say, they all witnessed it, looking on, yes, they stare, but how many truly care about the wedding that fell prey to the unfair spider’s lusty lair?
So, what’s a person supposed to do, when they realize that, with their shrinking mouse-of-a-spouse, they grew, too far apart, and upset the homey apple cart?
Maybe, everything would have all been different had they shaken up the word wedding to see the webbing of it all to begin with…
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
“that fell prey to the unfair spider’s lusty lair?” great use of imagery here Rowan. I’d never thought about it that way before! Webbing has such interesting connotations!
Such a smart tangle of truth and wordplay.
Clever, haunting, and beautifully layered. The wordplay hits hard—and so does the quiet truth beneath it. A brilliant unraveling of what we so often romanticize without question.
Sometimes we need to shake things up to see the truth