Scarecrow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Scarecrow

Had dream…
Hay-bundles and pumpkins
Looked as if Halloween.

There flew the locusts
Scarecrow, straws…

And the wind,
And clicks,
And rattles,
Caws with coos.

Grating were voices,
Hoarse breeze!

Was I on Elms Street?

Whatever…was nightmare!

I saw ghosts everywhere
In black-white dress
Their bare teeth scary!

Harsh was the laughter-sound
As if one sharpened knife!

Every jaw was loose and
Fallen on the rib-bones;
Dreadful ghosts' spines!

And blood and blood and blood
On floor and ceiling, and all walls
And in pots body parts
Rose steam when boiling!

Had gone to consulate for visa
palm and swords on its door
Green was base colour…

Arabic Letters said:
"Welcome to Saudi."