The Scarecrow’s Lament

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

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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.

What’s yours?

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