As an amateur writer, I was thrilled to see this forum. I thought I might start with a lighthearted offering.

Inspired by the Fufumal, and goaded by a coworker, I have committed an unpardonable act of "epic" poetry. Read on, if you dare.

The Saga of the Waterspout
Diminutive spider, eight legged, hairy
Burns with lust for bugs of high places
Mounts him, cling-footed, the water's great egress
Dreams of a web in the glinting spring sun.

Zeus the thunderer, offended by hubris
Sends against the eight-eyed a torrent of violence
Aquarius' gift cascades down in a curtain
From web-spinner's clutches dashes his dream.

Apollo, light bringer, looks down in compassion
Alights in his chariot to clear the morass.
Warms arachne's grandchild with beams of gold sunlight
Allows him to begin his dream-quest anew.