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"Scarecrow"



Worldliness 
in those 
who traverse 
poets’ 
re-edited
edited 
re-edited
thoughts;
semicolan, pause
their notes;
Mark a line
crossed black
on a 
Poet’s cross
caught still 
breeze blowing 
through
tightly tied 
forgotten
Love Knots

See there, 
an entire 
field of 
a thousand or 
more
Scarecrows
nodding
fixed to one spot

Witnessing all
through 
footprints
left in 
another's 
foreign terrain 
frozen cold
black footprints
somehow 
become
pure white 
in the bitter cold, 
all invisible, now, 
in the unmarked snow -
like ghosts
unseen and 
coddled
for a while,

then like 
the unrelenting 
changing waves 
in an Ocean
transpose to their 
sullen lake tides
they walk on water 
across your 
eyes' mind
seen 
visible
real
Read 
RED
for just 
a brief
moment - 

just a swift
little while; 

A field of 
Scarecrows
nodding 
fixed to one spot 
Then eventually 
seen there, 
a different 
plot -

Not to be 
left waiting 
like a 
battered 
Scarecrow
Love uncovered
discovered 
for the first time
in a 
strange place

Where through 
passionate thoughts
a Che Guevara 
wind blows
eradicates and 
dissolves
footprints 
from a burning
past and 
closes
the 
floodgate
to passive acceptance
of Chaos

Words like 
Black Crows
slip their 
shiny sharp beaks
through the 
slip notes
of horse-haired 
solitary jackets
and then to chew
course ropes
cawing, 
lifting and 
transporting
the trapped 
and now free
none

The Story
rebounds
Novocaine Grey 
to a shining 
unburnished 
northern type 
Light 
Dead and dulled 
the unsure 
freedom frightened
Confederate Ghosts
remain
hanging in a field
like Scarecrows
waiting to be 
reignited by 
some kind 
of unknown
Love
released by 
words that fly 
like Black Crows

This then, 
is the story 
behind the 
True

Scarecrow

Only the 
soul of a 
Child 
that remains
in a 
Scarecrow
knows
for they 
are holding
the 
Snowglobe

The Blind 
in a random field turn, 
lonely, sensating all,
all Nodding heads
packed in straw
instinctively,
they 
know

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm








"Mother 
is the name for 
God
in the hearts and lips 
of little children."

(William Makepeace Thackeray)
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