I spied you hop down from your stool,
full of ancient tales,
yarns to spin with your
slimy tongue,
waiting for a kiss.
But all you found
were my withered lips
as I bound you to the hollow
of a wooded glade.
I am the scarecrow maid.
This was fun! Shay provided a chilling selection of photo prompts for this week’s Sunday Muse Bloggers. http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
Writing Whatnots 
Yeesh! Perfectly chilling!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cool !
LikeLike
This is scary!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent 😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
This gave me goosebumps Marion!! Excellent and wonderfully eerie!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My work here is done 😂
LikeLike
Beware the scarecrow maid!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yep, watch out!
LikeLike
I love “I am the scarecrow maid.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Her creepy calling card !
LikeLike
Love this obverse of La Belle Dame. Very, very creepy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Creepy is the aim 😂
LikeLike
Some things are just not meant to be kissed! I love this deft reprise of all our darkest legends.
LikeLiked by 1 person
They most certainly are not! Thank you Joy.
LikeLike
Slimy tongue — great visceral language there!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks qbit!
LikeLike
Scary bound. Nice one. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💜love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Gillena 😊
LikeLike
The mere mention.of a slimy kiss gives me goose bumps. I remember my first kiss with a friend who wore glasses, seems strange.
..
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ahah, that embarrassing clink of lens against lens 😄
LikeLike
The slimy tongue almost had me retching, Marion. So danged scary! Not anything I’d want to encounter!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Never kiss a toad, Lisa, no matter what he says!
LikeLike
Dark, chilling, delightful poetry
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Susie!
LikeLike