Scarecrow is a poetry film. A testimonial to the lived experience of many women and to how they might view the sum of their lives on this planet. It is also a commentary on Capitalism and the human use of land for financial gain; The scarecrow is a metaphor for the feminine, the elder wise woman who acts as an augur for a precarious future, for the disintegration of human civilization.
Scarecrow Bum passing in the street cat calls… ‘Hey Hey Hey, pretty lady–dance with me?’
I’m thinking–
that hasn’t happened in a while
why it’s the last straw!
Vexed
Thinking–
he must be blind/lonely/desperate…
must not be invisible today
better pull in that sagging gut
–chuffed
‘Give you gold for your dust’ he says
I’m thinking –he’s mad
still every girl wants to be a princess/queen–
mindless!
Not so much though, not lately–
I’m thinking…
So no, I won’t dance with you,
it’s much too late in the Autumn–
all that grain to watch
and crows…
crowds of crows to scare
murders of crows everywhere.
When you think about it,
there is so much grain,
and yet not enough…
never enough of the golden stuff
I’m thinking–
Can’t believe I’ve spent
incalculable hours in gratuitous toil
nose to the grindstone
and never learnt to separate
wheat from the chaff
to daily pound–make my own bread
I’m thinking–
truth is, we should be eating less bread
and understanding that
work outlasts lifetimes–even the unpaid kind
I forget if…If?
These are my hands working
or the projections of some other
demon, desire or drive
perpetually in need
of the gifts of our mother. I’m thinking…