Peter Panned Scarecrow

Pic by by Leontine Mayartwork ~ Watercolor from Flickr
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Watercolor was originally uploaded to Flickr by anongrrl.
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Poefusion Prompt: For an extra challenge try writing a sestina with these words: crow, umbrella, shade, dress, post and scarecrow.
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Girl, your body image leaves a lot to be desired, cried the crow
In fact, the frame of your jaunty umbrella
Is hardly a useful bit of shade ~
And did you pinch a bit of twig for a post
To be some arty coat hanger for that princess dress ~
And what a joke if you dare call the whole contraption a scarecrow
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Some woolly hatted piped piece of straw is my kinda scarecrow ~
At least this guy has a clown face to amuse me, said the crow
But this baby doll, white kinda see through dress
Parading some whimsical bubble you call an umbrella
Decorating a bit of dead tree reincarnated as some useless post
Would best be put out to pasture in the outback minus the shade
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Hopefully in the outback burning sunlight will paint a new shade ~
Imagine a sculpture called the Broken Hill Scarecrow ~
People will travel miles to view this isolated post
I could be famous for this found art, mused the crow
But I do suggest you dump that ridiculous umbrella
And add a hat to give some class to that dubious dress
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Perhaps you could adopt me to create a designer dress
Just in case raw weather creates a figment of its old shade
Perhaps I could design a giant beach style umbrella
Worthy of the most ignominious scarecrow ~
I could always be your Sir Humble crow
Willing to attend your needs from any stray post
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But I really wouldn't mind too much if you decorated my post
Preferably with some delectable foods but not another dress ~
Ensure my perch is only fit for just one crow
Ensure I'm not too far from your sculpture and its beach-like shade
And you will have for yourself so much more than a mere scarecrow
You will have so much more than just a mere umbrella
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Perhaps I can only dream on this toy umbrella
Perhaps I am destined to sigh for a special post
Perhaps I can only gawk at this pretence of a scarecrow
Perhaps I can only cringe at that Peter Panned dress ~
I am doomed to trundle life to that other shade
And just forever be another crow
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From a distance a scarecrow is pierced with an umbrella
It could be a painting of a crow musing quizzically on an unconventional post
And yet, there is a child's dress dancing on a wooden cross in mystic, patched shade
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Silver Wings ~ for Poefusion Prompt #9

Pic ~ Australian Weather Map from Educypedia
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Write a sestina using these end words: blue, weather, daughter, me, shape and point.
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Even though the map predicts stormy weather
The sky sleeps in a mist of palest blue
I am watching my eldest daughter
Walking toward a whole new shape
A whole new milestone, a new point
When silver wings sweep her away from me
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Perhaps this is really a new life for me
When I can expect unsettled, strange weather
This could be a time when I revisit an old point
Where my inner skies weep in blue
Where clear pathways struggle for shape
Lost without my daughter
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Life has tossed rugged questions to this precious daughter
Many have sprung from me
I was wrapped in chiselling a selfish shape
Rarely heeding the warning signs of her weather
Rarely noticing if her skies were crystal blue
My life was all my point
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And now a critical moment is a sharp point
Where once a child is now a grown daughter
Reaching for her own personal space of blue
Without her mother, without me
She is flying into realms of unknown weather
Where perhaps the clouds will begin her shape
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I so hope she finds no hollow shape
Buoyed by a heartless, cold point
May kindness be the soul of any weather
Lifting, protecting my dearest daughter
Just peace of mind is all I ask for me
May sanctuary become the meaning of blue
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Please keep regret and sadness away from blue
I know I chose a misguided shape
If you must, punish me
But give her the right to her own point
Shower smiles and laughter on this daughter
And may her gentle silver wings sail every weather
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Just give to me a piece of blue
But if stormy weather is the fate of my shape
The high, god-like point please leave my daughter
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N.B. I have used the sestina pattern from Poetry Form- The Sestina It varies in the tercet with the following pattern: (6 2) (1 4) (5 3)