In the UK a Morchin is an old English name for a scarecrow.
This poem is written from a scarecrows veiwpoint when his days are done.


Dry Dust and Discarded Clothes by M.A.Meddings

And suddenly it rained again
Drenching the straw that is me
Taking spite on the black rag crows
That peck at my Face and my arms
laughing creatures that once I held at bay
Now controlled by storms
Until the sun dries me again
And they tear once more
At my irrelevance
Until I am no more than
Scattered straw
Dry dust and discarded clothes



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Written on 2006-07-31 at 18:41

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Malin Johansson
What a good poet you are
you can write about anything and do it Great !!!
regards Daugther
2006-08-01


Kathy Lockhart
this is truely one of your best even compared with those of romance! I love the metaphorical references too. I saw this as a look on ourselves as we complain when we may be dealing with the storms in our lives while they are indeed protecting us from some fate far worse. xx kathy
2006-07-31



Indeed you can write beautifully, ad not only about love!
2006-07-31


Zachary P. B.
That was beautiful... I felt the feelings of being used, and then becoming useless. Feeling of not belonging, feeling of nothingness, loneliness, emptiness.

Emotional. I loved it. Bookmarked, Sir Michael.

Zachary
2006-07-31