Scarecrow - Darko Antwi

We went to see
For ourselves

There was no ghost
Only slamming doors
And flapping curtains

There was no fear

It had vanished
Like the ghost

There was no ghost
No fear -

Only some angry harmattan wind
Knocking things about
Like a wounded lion

1 comment:

Delatrophy said...

I keep coming back to this poem, and every time I read it; my reflections on “Scarecrow” by Darto Antwi reveal deeper meaning much more than the few lines linking it with the dry season of harmattan.

I have made an extensive analysis of this poem in "How Poems Work" and would be glad if considered for publication on OGOV.

Meanwhile, I wish to state that my fascination of this poem lies in the effective use of the symbolic meaning of seasons and the motif of fear used in imagery of scarecrow as an embodiment of fear in general.

Bravo! Snr. Poet Darko Antwi, for the elating insight gained from your inspiring poem.

The fear of death is far greater than the death itself but the fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all. The effect of fear is so overwhelming that when not conquered one way or another it shackles man in a perpetual bondage.

Perhaps there is indeed nothing holding us back but the fear we have created by ourselves in our own minds such as the fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of making mistakes etc. What about you and I? What type of fear is holding us back? Are we afraid of the years that are fleeting past so fast without realizing our most fervent dreams? Are we afraid that we will not follow through with our plans? Are we afraid that our memories and eyesight will fail us in old age? Whichever way we look at it, fear is our greatest enemy which must not be allowed to paralyze us. Remember the worse of all fears is mental slavery from which we must emancipate ourselves. Just do it: Fear not!

Kudos, SP Darko Antwi.