SCARECROW: STRAW MOON

by Gary Jurechka   Aug 20, 2007


I stand in the middle of nowhere
staring at the autumn moon,
sometimes it is brilliant harvest gold,
sometimes a ghostly white,
sometimes
an immense sphere of blood red,
but most often it is
a straw pale yellow,
creating a haunting milieu in the night,
eldritch, melancholy and glowing
as I stand bathed in it's light
surrounded by soft blue shadows,
stark and solitary,
like a scarecrow in a field
of pale blackness.

September 9, 1995/August 2007

(This is the latest part of my Scarecrow series which began with the poem "Waltz Of The Straw Man' followed by many others)

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  • 17 years ago

    by chanel

    I love this write it was enjoying I pictured every moment of it as if I were there

  • 17 years ago

    by Patience

    I love your choice of wording. You did a fantastic job with this piece, I pictured each description as i read along.

    Cicely

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Gary
    What a wonderful write. The imagery is awesome. Brings such a stark image to the minds eye.

    as I stand bathed in it's light
    surrounded by soft blue shadows,
    stark and solitary,
    like a scarecrow in a field
    of pale blackness.

    I love your ending what a perfect picture to invision.
    Take Care Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    You sent me to the dictionary ... nice job. Can't believe I had to look up eldritch ... could have kicked myself afterwards. Love poems that do that though.

    As to the poem, another excellent write, my friend.

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