Scarecrow<\/p>\n
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He had eyes like sewn seeds
\nanxious, I thought they might
\ncome unstrung and sprout again
\nraining from white casks
\nover clawed hands
\nbeetle-backed and tight
\nthrough slits to the moss below.<\/p>\n
Flax shoots of hay
\npierced his overcoat at each elbow
\nporcupine fractures of desert bone
\nwind-whipped and waterless,
\nforever pointing south.<\/p>\n
He was a dizzying character
\na flailing hand-packed half-man
\ntossing his stuffing
\nin miscalculated blooms
\nand chuckling curses
\nas they blew away.<\/p>\n
In the dark
\nI could track his pace
\nby the hay\u2019s friction, stooping
\nevery mile to retrieve
\nhis fallen innards, mumbling
\napologies, shoving and gathering
\nthem back into his rags.<\/p>\n
A mess of burlap scrap
\nsalvaged from a yam sack
\nand missing buttons
\nhe was desperate for cognition
\nmore lofty
\nthan dismembered bales
\njousting through holes
\nin poor needlework.<\/p>\n
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Lilly Wasserman is a burgeoning poet and creative writing major at Western Washington University. She was born in Boston, grew up in Seattle, and is currently living in Bellingham while she attends school. Lilly is studying for her bachelor\u2019s degree in English and Art History and will graduate in the fall of 2013. “Scarecrow”\u00a0is part of a larger collection of persona poetry, which adopts the perspective of Dorothy Gale from the Wizard of Oz. This is Lilly\u2019s first published piece!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Scarecrow He had eyes like sewn seeds anxious, I thought they might come unstrung and sprout again raining from white casks over clawed hands beetle-backed and tight through slits to the moss below. Flax shoots of hay pierced his … Continue reading