TROVE~ Anthology Of Short Poems

Scarecrow

Under the moon light stood many scarecrows,

Guarding the field like their own.

The land was too, guarded by the mountain ranges,

Expanded themselves to miles, since ages.

Far away was a decent cottage, supporting a wind mill,

And upper window lit up in golden glow,

Showing a lingering shadow.

The number of scarecrow raises a question,

It didn't help that they all look like real humans.

Though the gate said 'KEEP OUT',

The traveler's curiosity was very sound.

The field from far looked barren,

And even in the dim silver light,

It was exact mirror of night.

With heart thumping like drum,

And low crickets' sound in background,

As he moved further, a stench caught the nostrils,

Making the gut twist and steps still.

The aura around the land changed,

Looking closer it was burnt to ashes.

Sound of wolves howling was sudden,

As he steps ahead.

As stinking got strong,

Moving further now seemed so wrong.

But the tripper already lost as the fog flood,

Ending up standing on the pool of blood.

Looking up he came face to face with a human doll,

Reeking of scarlet fluid and freshly sewed limbs.

The fog cleared, so his head,

Judging the murder of crows sitting all over the ledge.

Through the gap on the chest,

Where the heart was,

The excursionist saw many other like her looking past.

There was a movement behind him,

He could swear he saw all the eyes stir.

A whisper told him the he was late,

Now he knew why curiosity killed the cat.

Chill ran down at the length of his spine,

As he saw a hooded man standing with a scythe behind.

The man sneered, traveler gulped,

And before he can blink,

The scythe passed through his neck.

The sheer layer of silence broke,

By the crows' flight.

There was a new scarecrow at sight.

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Hellloooo Fellaaas!!!!!

Well that was my second poem in this category. (I was ten or eleven when I wrote my first and lost it). And also after months I have paid attention to my art book and thought, why not make something related to the poem. I also made stitched human sized doll to show what they look like but then thought to let your imagination travel there ;)

I got the inspiration of writing, when I was travelling by road and watched these, farm protectors, and thought why not write about these.

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