Let the Scarecrows Dance
By Meredith Bunting
At twilight I went for a walk on Hallowed eve.
Seams in the pavement slipped under my steps
as I passed shaded houses
tucked in blankets of grass.
The afternoon shadows draped evening mist sweaters
along angled roof tops, window panes and drain spouts.
Hand sewn gardens were buttoned
with plush pansies of yellow and purple,
while mums, smug and musty, huddled close by.
The air was fresh with harvest home,
stirred with hushed chatter mingled with the tap-tap
of leaves dropping.
Though my way was led by streetlights
and warm window lamps, I sensed
a darkness pervading.
What are the children donning
behind closed doors –
costumes of Dracula, witches, and death?
In the sky a dark line formed
bold and thick,
one side gray blue, the other black billows.
Cars passed by at a ghostly pace;
for there was need of caution this Hallowed eve.
The line in the sky etched deep
as I imagined the children dressing up
in costumes designed from cardboard and satin.
My pace quickened as the air grew darker.
Oh! Please! I prayed to parents unknown,
Please! My heart yelled beyond that blackening cloud.
Make them clowns and spacemen,
ladybugs, butterflies and dinosaurs!
Guard the children now!
This may be the last chance
to put terror in the grave
and rip off the devil’s mask!
Don’t scare the children –
turn off the spooky music
and turn on your porch light!
Put smiles on your pumpkins –
let the scarecrows dance!
As the eve turned to night and bold stars twinkled bright,
I wondered how deep those raven clouds plunged.
Embraced in my home, I turned on the porch light.
At my pumpkin’s first glow,
my doorbell rang clear.
Trembling, I peered through the opened door –
and there in the moonlight, with bags opened wide, was
one frilly fairy,
one hairy lion,
and a knight in shining armor!
“Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” (Ephesians 6:11)
Meredith wrote the following poem some time ago after a good friend let go his battle with cancer. When she sees leaves fall, there is always one that catches her eye as it seems to float with God’s breath through the air.
A single leaf,
a golden medallion
luminous in the starry sky,
bids farewell to its arbor.
It quivers a bit in the rustling air
and a dew drop from early morning past
glistens in the twilight mist.
Perhaps, in the dusty pearled light,
the leaf hears
Summer’s last whispers, or
catches the waning
sunbeam luster and,
reflecting a glorious season,
lets go –
Meredith Bunting enjoys writing poetry and personal stories, especially those through which God shines. She also writes devotions for KPC Connect, her church’s website offering people daily inspiration and encouragement. Meredith lives in Chesapeake, Virginia with her two dogs and husband, and is surrounded by three daughters and eight rollicking grandchildren. Writing is how she stays immersed in this, her full cup of joy.