Sunday, May 8, 2011

Lone Scarecrow


Hi all,

Tonight, I am inspired to write a short story from Thursday Tales. The artist is Sara Vandermeulen at DeviantArt.

I've borrowed the stoic face of the scarecrow. I've laid his midnight top hat upon my head. I've worn his purple robes and the cobwebs tangled on the sleeves. I've taken his place in spring meadows as the wind plays into evening. Gazing out, I am the groom of the crow who greets me.

I've found a lover in the sun. A lover who has never lacked in intensity and fondness. The sun rays pour out like kisses upon me. And the moon is my confidant in those long, weary nights. When the universe refuses to birth a star, give me cups of moonlight.

Tomorrow and ages hence, I will be like forgotten straw and stick. The fields grow desolate of passersby. Only curious children will notice my presence and greet me.

6 comments:

C Will said...

Hey WG,
I really enjoy how you take my pic and build a wonderful and interesting story that's a gift!! well done(:p

workerv said...

There are no words to describe the mood and state
of mind your work affects my days, my midnights,
Elevating my consciousness....:} WOW!

"The universe refuses to birth a stars"

septembermom said...

Beautifully expressed. I love your take on the pictures. Awesome!

Lynette Killam said...

A wonderfully moody piece, with lots of layers...very nice!

Madeleine said...

Beautifully poetic imagery. I love it! Just posted up mine :O)

jabblog said...

Really quite haunting - beautifully expressed:-)