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.


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