lift me out
I fell in a hole
Give me the ladder
what did you see?
Scarecrow carrying
a torch lead me
he said
tis only
the subconscious
that is messing with
my brain
he said ‘twould all be clear
and then
just to let it rain
I laid buckets
down in the dark
but the torch went out
and now I’m stuck
he woke me saying
he’s only ten
and might have damage
did the snow come in?
I don’t know
I’m stuck in the hole
with the Farm Scarecrow
and he’s taken my soul.
©Julie Proudfoot
Will it suffice if I just said “I like it a lot?” It’s the kind of poem I’d been waiting to read for a long time. Thank you.
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