Scarecrow

Limp limbs caught in the winds.

Emptiness entombed in straw and rags.

Famished, soulless, broken,

The scarecrow hangs on his torture post.

Tormented by the cackling of the crows he was created to repel.

His purpose stolen from his hollow chest.

Murder in circles, baiting him.

The loneliness creeps inside his head,

eating away at his dry stuffing,

Until he is naught but dust.

Reviews

[Amanda Worthington]

Like Ryan Henderson said, I like how you chose to personify something that people don't think about everyday. It made the poem stand out. The writing was nice and it flowed well making it a very interesting read. Interesting in the best way possible :)

[BlankCypher]

Thank you very much!

[Delmar Cooper]

Poem makes me feel that sometimes I am only a metaphor for a moldy straw man. A murderous murder of metamorph crows tormenting, circling, ridiculing. Then maybe it is only a good poem and I feel a lot better about straw and self.

[Lola_Bee]

this is great and i see a deep meaning to the scarecrow, i love how he accepts his loneliness even if not by choice. lovely work

[Ryan Henderson]

I like how you personified something as regular as a scarecrow! It really makes you think about what you can do with personification! So many possibilities... Very good writing!

[BlankCypher]

Thanks man, means a lot ^~^

[Reina Stone]

I think I see where you're getting at with this one. Interesting write, but allow me to pick at your brain for one minute....

Do you feel as if you're a scarecrow at times, Cypher? I just wanted to know how closely this piece relates to you as a person. If you'd rather not disclose, that's fine. I'm just curious.

[BlankCypher]

I think that all of us feel like a Scarecrow at some points in our lives. In the darker times maybe when we lose our purpose.

[Reina Stone]

True. Very interesting