Bottled Spider

Garth Rakumakoe

Tinker tailor, soldier spider

the young adventurer lay

deaf to his favorite sound


Out of town, out of sight

over the railroad tracks

boy smiles


To the blazing midday sun

of cloudless day

of the recluse spider

boy holds up the jar

in fascination, eager

to show daddy his find

soon he gets home


Let the sheriff know

spider sees the vagabond

sees his smoking gun

'pon her freefall

Feels the cold of death

before jar hits the sand


Eight legs to point him out

spider sees him evermore since

in magnified replay

from her contained glass view


The jar lid is closed

The fallen bicycle's wheel spins

and all the while, perpetually

past boy's last blink, the distant

ice cream truck sings


  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 9th, 2022 01:37
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32
  • User favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou.
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  • jarcher54

    When I was a kid, we used to go catch scorpions and small rattlesnakes in the woods to sell to a man who encased them in resin or plastic paperweights. This brings back haunting memories of me with a jar of scorpions! Thanks for sharing your memory with us.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      I'm glad the piece resonates with you, and tugs a heart string! - Thank you so much.

      • jarcher54

        Yes, I can put myself into your version quite readily... thanks again for reminding me of mine and sharing yours.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thank you dear Teddy.

      • SharonMoemise

        A charming poem. Also a very sad story. if only that spider could talk. I love reading your poems. You never cease to amaze. Respect.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

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      • Rocky Lagou

        Wow this is such a journey dear poet. I feel like that sense of childhood naivety is a heavy overall message in this piece.
        "spider sees him evermore since
        in magnified replay
        from her contained glass view"
        Is such a wonderful description of death. Like it is so vivid and real. It's a real ode to that countryside sort of way of living. Love this!

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          Thank you, fellow writer. Very much appreciated sir.

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