Monday, October 17, 2011

What The Scarecrow Said: Poems

What The Scarecrow Said

The dim-winged spirits of the night
Do fear and serve me well.
They creep from out the hedges of
The garden where I dwell.

I wave my arms across the walk.
The troops obey the sign,
And bring me shimmering shadow-robes
And cups of cow-slip wine.

Then dig a treasure called the moon,
A very precious thing,
And keep it in the air for me
Because I am a King.

--Vachel Lindsay.


AlanDP said...

You seem to enjoy revisiting the scarecrow at Halloween-time. I like the graphic, too.

Babel said...

A nice union of verse and image! When are you going to address the "Corn Ghost"?