Beautiful images. Beautiful writing. Kerfe Roig honors Scarecrow, and knocks it out of the park once again!
Autumn. I fall into disrepair. The sky still covers me, but my shadow dissolves into the remains of the golden ocean that heretofore eddied and flowed at my feet. My skin lies ragged, unfilled.
I was crowned, once, with dark discordant ornaments. They sit on other thrones now, unrepentant pretenders, still calling the sun, the wind–the land itself–to task.
A crow flies over
a graveyard—blackness on stone–
change hangs in the air
When I saw Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge about scarecrows, I was intrigued. I can’t think of Scarecrow without thinking of Robert Okaji’s wise sage. So whatever I did would be colored by what Robert has written. I also decided to use the words from Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, synonyms for ghost and hollow, as many of them seemed to fit on Scarecrow too.
As to Crow–he’s always around here somewhere.
Once again, different light makes the metallic paint…
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I’d say Kerfe’s art is a fitting Rorschach for Scarecrow.
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It is! I’m really taken with these images.
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Thank you Robert, and thanks for Scarecrow, whose words have given me much to ponder. (K)
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You’re very welcome, Kerfe!
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Scarecrow gets around! (Always welcome…)
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You just never know where or when he’ll make an appearance!
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