A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving
A scarecrow in the wax moonlight
is snowed upon one winters night
and as the crystals, soft, alight
he dreams perhaps some day he might
take footsteps off into the bright
ice world. His skeletal delight
some hours later, fat and white
with snow-flesh - waiting for coal sight.
Ian,
Nice, neat, apt and delightful rhymer in `ight`...particularly like that `snow-flesh` and the way the `coal` eyes pull it up at the end
(and it`s one of those where the poem actually
out-classes the picture)
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 13th Sep 2013 22:25
Hey!
this is alright!
Mister White-
ley
Sleep tight
goodnight
hope the bedbugs
dont bite.xx
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<Deleted User> (9882)
Mon 16th Sep 2013 22:35
Ian,no pun intended,but this is one cool poem.x