Falling In Love With A Scarecrow

Wing's Footprint

scarecrow Edited. Original photo by John Carlin

Did you hear of the story of the woman who just would not?
The lies she sleeps upon,
like they are worthy to keep her warm.

The sinister hides in that gentle voice.
Oh, a handsome young boy he is,
I almost, also, did fall for his trickery.

But he,
the heart that never yearns for a queen,
wouldn’t place value in my temple of dreams.

But she, the woman insists to believe
that it’s my plain jealousy.
He comes to give her the comfort and the promise of eternity.
Only for her, he will change and stay.

She overtly pins, indicating to him,
even though
there is no surprise and no goodbye kiss.

The same story over and over too many time.
Departure, arrival, departure, departure.
A lie she wraps herself in, woven in sheep’s skin,
thoroughly through and true
in her ears.

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