I was reading Shakespeare at 1 in the morning last night and I came across the word Crowkeeper; an amazing, antiquated synonym for Scarecrow. I tried to go to bed but my head started composing this, so I got up and wrote for a while, and this is what came. Song? I'll let you know if it progresses in that way. For now, just something.
The crowkeeper’s kept no promises made
The evergreen martyr confined to the everglade
The crowkeeper holds for one season his tract
The other spent mourning his fruitless entrapment
The crowkeeper, rough, from burlap was sewn
One cornfield to keep, one garden to own
The crowkeeper’s brim stays steady the sun
His knots are tied strong but his spirit’s undone.
The crowkeeper tires of his endless charade
Sleeplessly silent, his fashioned façade
The crowkeeper, primed for his battle with jet
The ink of the backdrop with ink-foes is met
The crowkeeper steadies his bludgeon, his stare,
To meet the impending, the knights of the air
The crowkeeper fends off the nightly advance
He trusts in his stillness, his motionless dance
Keeper, keep us cradled now
Fast, the dusk encroaches
Charcoal falls, we feel it settle
Weary as we are somehow
A nice little ditty. Or is that diddy? Anyway, I like it.
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