Bare-Foot
I
never look at
Or
hear
The
word ‘jelly’
Without
thinking of him
They
called him Bare-Foot
A
motley man
Lived
in the woods
By
hisself
His
paradise
Kept
a jar of open jelly
With
a spoon in it
Under
the bed
Little
Miss talked
About
him a lot
I
come from a part
Of
the country
Where
roaches grow
As
big as children
Playing
in autumn leaves
Red
and gold
I
always wondered
If
for snacks
The
roaches
(And
Lord knows
What
else)
Ate
his jelly, too
I
don’t know if they
Caught
roaches
In
the country
But I
do know they used
Ant
traps
Ceramic
saucers
With
cups
Put
the legs
Of
tables and
Cupboards
into
The
ant traps
Filled
with water
So ants
couldn’t crawl up
And
often
On
the table set
A
glass contraption
Called
a flycatcher
Made
of beautiful
Sparkling
clear glass
Had
an opening
In
the bottom
When
a fly
Found
his way in
He
most certainly
Couldn’t
fly out
That
old fly
Would
just take off
And
bump into that
Sparkling
clear glass
I guess
Just like humans
He would forget
How he got into
This fix in the
First place
13 comments:
interesting....i wonder about this guy and would love to hear his story....and i like how you play him against the fly caught in its own jar...cringing a bit at the thought of taking a bite of jelly and finding a roach in it....errr....
Cool rememberings, Annell.......I remember those HORRIBLE sticky fly catchers, dangerous if you got your hair too near........yoiks.
Alone by hisself he has to give way to a number of things. But compromising on the open jelly bottle is quite risky for health reasons! If only he's more careful. Nicely annell!
Hank
Poor man losing his jelly..we can become a little like flies struggling to get out of our traps..I got completely transported to those woods..
Like the comparison with human...one little turn and we can get in the trouble...
This kept my interest, your descriptions and how one thing can lead to another, almost felt sorry for the fly!
OH! That last line! Fantastic!
As De Marche noted, delightful end. Almost too close to home, n'est pas?
Your comparison between man and fly is well woven and memorable.
Elizabeth
I guess
Just like humans
He would forget
How he got into
This fix in the
First place
That is the truth!
Annell, every word of this is wonderful. From living where the roaches grow so big (ironically, I lived in NYC, and the same thing applied. We almost had to give them names...). The solitary man in the woods and ew, the roaches feasting on his jelly!!
We have a flycatcher, too. Also, I invented a roach trap: An old mayo jar, smear a bit of honey just under the top lip. Fill jar halfway with lemonade and White Lightening (I had my sources). Set it out at night. They fall over from the fumes and drown drunk in the booze! Anyway, loved this. Amy
This is just wonderful!
Annell, nice stroytelling. You have written some very interesting and almost lonely images here. Sorry for the late visit. I am having a tough week, just adjusting to life around me.
Love,
Pamela ox
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