Blood of the Scarecrow

Something a little darker than what I have been doing of late. Was going to be a song. May rewrite it again as one. Don't know yet.

Blood of the Scarecrow

 

 

  She tills the fields of regret

As a whisper of a woman scorned.

  Thoughts grown she'd rather forget

Of love's ambition never born.

  No reciprocation of her toil.

The man would not give willingly.

  Blood stains saturated the soil

As his heart was taken literally.

  Carving pumpkins into his chest

To keep the piece she wanted most.

  The rotting shell, a scarecrow at best,

Dangling lifelessly upon his post,

  Thus frightening off the feelings denied.

So question how does this garden grow

  When all happiness has withered and died?

When planting only seeds of sorrow

  Weeds and worries are all that will bloom.

Stalks the mind, high in the garden's rows.

  This harvest reaped, once sown way too soon,

Ripened in the blood of the scarecrow.

 

Legion

25July08

Reviews

[Chaos]

Ok...where do I begin.

There are so many wonderful things about this piece. I love your images, they brought that feeling of sorrow and regret to the forfront of this piece. Walking in a dead field, void of life and it's because of that sorrow that it strips the potential life from the ground. Well done!

We all shed blood from our mistakes and we all have to face them one day, but if in time we step outside of the person whom we forsaken, we can realize that the garden would grow again with forgiveness of our sins.

I loved the grey images also. These images pulled me in on the stump in the far corner of the field as I watched from a distance the pain you brought into existance with a word, a feeling and a phrase!

Beautiful!

Nice work.

[Angelic Darkness]

I love how you brought the scarecrow to life, and with feelings too.
This is a dark read that I enjoyed. AD

[darkgurl]

WOW! this is a brillant piece really, I enjoyed the emotions and feeligs in this, very well written.....Kim

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really, really like this poem. I like the garden metaphor of love/relationship and the suffering darkness of it. well done.

[Black Rose Seraphim]

A road paved in brick of gold, to mask the scent of sorrow.

I like that alot. For some reason it makes me think of, maybe if Tim Burton redid wizard of OZ. I have no idea why?

I really like it though. Very evocative. :3 The imagery is splendid and vivid, in all its shades of grey glory.

[Andromeda]

love this!!! creepy, disturbingly amazing. love it.

[Rainbowco]

This grows, winding tentrils around, pulling the reader into a field of sorrow and regret. wonderfully Done.

[Leah Simone]

Such a Halloween kind of vibe here - with the pumpkins and scarecrow -death and a ghoulish
mood.

I think this speaks of a situation many find themselves in - in love with a person who is dead inside
and cannot love them back - all that tending and planting - taking care of the fields and watering
with tenderness - is not enough to make anything sprout beyond a choking weed.
His body on a stake in the yard - is a disturbing image, but I think it fits the poem.

[Tessa]

i like this. even though it rhymes throughout, it's not annoying, and i actually didn't even notice until i read it a second time. :-)

[Larissa G.]

Um..wow?
I had to read it a few times to absorb it all.
So dark and exquisite. Wow, wow, wow, and keeping writing!