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The Scarecrow
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Richard Allen Taylor


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I got the brain. After the movie, they let me keep
the head, the hat. They kept the body, the padding,
the straw poking from the sleeves. I fired my agent
for that, the idiot. So here I am again, crucified
in some godforsaken cornfield, a disembodied head
facing east, stuck on the end of a pole. The farm kids
nail raggedy clothes to my cross-beam, to flap in the breeze
and scare the birds. I can see, think, dream, remember.
I watch the sunrise everyday, observe the changing
seasons. But I cannot speak or move. Not even
the crows take me seriously anymore. Don’t let anyone
tell you that having your fondest wish come true
will make you happy. You will always want 
another wish, and another. If only I could
turn myself around, just once, and see the sunset. 
 
 
This poem first appeared in The Journey Without: Charlotte Writers’ Club Anthology (2009).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Richard Allen Taylor lives and works in Charlotte, North Carolina, as a Regional Human Resources Manager for a retail automotive dealership group. A graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Taylor, having no idea he might someday want to be a poet, passed up an opportunity to double major in psychology and English because he did not care to enroll in the two semesters of poetry required for the English degree. After dabbling in poetry in his late 20s and early 30s, he abandoned poetry completely until, encouraged by friends, he picked up the pen again in his 50s. His first poems were published in 2002. Since then, his poetry has appeared in many literary journals and anthologies and he has two books to his credit.

 


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karenholcombe:
...has never been so profound!
Posted 10/31/2012 08:30 PM
LisaV:
Nice poem this one. Thanks!
Posted 10/29/2012 06:02 AM
marenomitchell:
Skillfully rendered portrait, full of life.
Posted 10/28/2012 05:12 PM
CamilleBalla:
Enjoyed this! I recall liking one of your previous poems, too. Aren't you glad you picked up the pen again? I'm sure your readers are. I will remember this about the scarecrow.
Posted 10/28/2012 09:38 AM
TerriKirbyErickson:
Love this one, Richard! Very clever...
Posted 10/28/2012 07:39 AM


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