The Scarecrow

Across the dusk lit field, within my smiling gaze,
The raven’s stand upon the scarecrow
No more are they afraid
Picking at the woven eyes, disembowelling him of straw
Stitched neck incessantly pecked
The severed head falls
Straw mans unnatural wealth of abundance calls the crows and sparrows to strip it of its privilege
And redistribute its body to tree tops far away
That which still remains is retaken with the grain
Returning to the whole...
..when all becomes the same.

 

 

Reviews

[Kerry]

Lovely piece reminiscent of Poe. This is the Wizard of Oz scarecrow gone wrong. I concur with the previous reviews of both Trinity and Jo. Nicely done!

[Katherine Wyatt]

Cycles...the lack of fear...wow.. powerful symbols and multi-dimensional meanings.. a wonderful piece ...well written as always

[Nautili]

The raven remined me of robin hood, taking from the rich man and redistributing the wealth (in this case, straw) to those in need. I like it.

[Kelz]

Wow! I really really liked this. Very clever write. Well done :)

[Legion]

Love it. Fear overcomed and the tyrant becomes fodder. Well done.