I never asked to be filled with straw To stand for hours in a barren field Arms outstretched to the crows As they caw laughter I never asked to be remade With nothing left inside But this bleeding heart Wrapped in a flannel shirt I only wanted to learn To talk with those above me And gain their wisdom On what it means to be human But I’m stuck in this field Brainless, useless Waiting for these ropes to break So I can finally fall apart
The prompt for this poem was “write a poem from a famous character’s point of view.”
I chose the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, and this is my interpretation.
3 thoughts on “The Scarecrow’s Lament”
A beautiful piece from the point of view of the scarecrow.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy it.
You are welcome and I did.