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
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
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.
I'm glad the piece resonates with you, and tugs a heart string! - Thank you so much.
Yes, I can put myself into your version quite readily... thanks again for reminding me of mine and sharing yours.
Thank you dear Teddy.
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.
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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!
Thank you, fellow writer. Very much appreciated sir.
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