Little Man the Scarecrow

Today is number 21 of my 30-day journey to pen poetic verses during April poetry month. My intent is to write at least one poem every day and right now I am still ahead of the game since I penned two pieces on one of my posting days. In case you are wondering, one of those poems, Finger Pricking Cactus, was posted in this blog and the other, Heartache Mountain, posted at another one of my sites.

At any rate... today’s offering involves a man transitioning into a scarecrow… So… Without further ado... Here is today's poem…

Little Man the Scarecrow

A finger flung out from her hand

After plucking the pitiful little man

Whose limp miniscule body

Caved like fragile spaghetti straws

Strewn across linoleum tiles as each left her claw


She hastily swept the scattered grain

With broomsedge tethered and called the same

Into neat, yet separate rectangular piles

Except for the square heap she would later file


Gathering a shirt and pants and socks

She slid the rectangles in their mending smocks

‘Cept the square she glued and plastered together

Then rounded its edges in an egg-shaped manner


Shelled almonds for eyes she glued ‘neath the forehead

Crooked peanut for a nose she pasted instead

Then came the jacket over sticks tied in a T

That encased the arms and enclosed the body


Once binding the legs with a belt through eight pant loops

She stuck on red plastic resembling lips

Just below the peanut serving as an air snout

Then off to the backyard to plants called rose hips

She staked the straw man to the ground with vice grips

To scare away crows swooping down for seed snips

Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 21, 2013

Hope you enjoyed this poem that transitioned a man into a scarecrow!

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