Where the feisty wind plays with the grass,
And the sun beams upon the golden corn,
There, in tattered clothes, he stands,
Drenched to the bone, alone and forlorn.
" Épouvantail! Épouvantail! "
In shrill notes, the wind wails.
" Amidst such beauty,
It's absurd to see
A being as lonely as he”
The night before, a tempest raged.
A different storm rages now.
Then, it was thunder, lightening and sheets of rain.
Now, it is a numbing, niggling pain.
" Épouvantail! Épouvantail! "
In shrill notes, the wind wails.
"Amidst such serenity,
It's absurd to see
A being as miserable as he"
The sparrows fly low through the fields,
Nibbling on grain. Their sweet strains
Strain in vain to drown the wailing winds.
Lamentations arise
Like miasma from torpid lakes;
Reaching a crescendo
As trees sway like the Possessed
and join the medley of mocking tones.
His huge head stuffed with thoughts,
It seems, he boldly dreams
Of journeying into the center of things.
With profound musings his head spins,
While the world taunts him with an evil grin.
" Épouvantail! Épouvantail! "
In shrill notes, the wind wails.
" Amidst such clarity,
It's absurd to see
A being as confused as he"
Author notes
Épouvantail: Scarecrow
Written May 13th, 2005
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Hi, brilliant write, this has great class and was such a pleasure to read, I am guilty of not coming to your page earlier but trying to catch up on everyone, it was my loss not to have got here sooner, you write with great style and class and this is another winner from your pen, all the best . Di
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I always wanted to write on Scarecrow... but you've done it superbly well... your words have drawn a beautiful imagery of birds, rain, wind... very well wriTten...
minA -
A very beautiful poem full of wonderful figurative language. Very smooth and the rhymes are enticing to me as wel. Excellent write. Best wishes and
s... ~genielassie~
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This one is simply breathtaking, Krishna you have even excelled yourself in this poem I am just left with a wow! It is sheer classic.
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Unique topic.. lovely, delicate touch - drawn from deep within, delivered with classly finesse.
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breathtaking... i can only wish that i can grow up to be half the poet you are today.
~shillo -
I love the description of the rains. The images here are beautiful and sad. Like nature showing her ugly side! Very torrid and lovely.
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My kids and I built a big scarecrow in our back yard to watch over our seedlings. He was a fine looking thing, the dog spent hours growling and pulling at his trousers and the neighbourhood children were scared to death of him at night! But one morning I looked out and saw a line of birds perching on his broomstick arms and straw filled head. What a sad sight he was......
Scarecrows are at odds to their surroundings, it's just that surreality that I find so appealing.
Well-wriiten and enjoyable read,
Kyla X -
Great Job
“It's absurd to see, A being as confused as he" that was such a STRONG Lines to finish such a filled piece with such a rich vocabulary, I love all the emotion you let lose in between this beautiful piece, no puedo esperar a ver un poema en español como este!! Till then this was awesome…………..
Keep Up The Good Job
BlueMisery
Leslie
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