Loading...
Loading...
Click here if you don’t see subscription options
Amit MajmudarMay 18, 2018

I wove myself a boy of wicker.
Daddy, teach me what to fear.
Matches, ants, and the flail of the rain,
But not while Daddy’s here.

My kindergarten kindling boy,
My whistle at the marrow.
My rustle, my husk, my huggable scarecrow
Who couldn’t spook a sparrow.

I gave him a coat and acorn eyes.
I set him in a chair.
Daddy, patch my wicker elbow
And comb my wicker hair.

Who coaxed him off my porch? The wind,
Grayhaired and stooped and kind.
I should have heard the leaves on the street,
The shudder of the chimes.

Comments are automatically closed two weeks after an article's initial publication. See our comments policy for more.
Ayodeji Balogun
6 years 8 months ago

Well composed, great song and nice lyrics too. You might wanna merge it with some lovely sound, wizkid instrumentals will be a perfect match.

The latest from america

The Trump administration's recent attacks on the resources and structures that serve the poor and on the religious institutions that serve the most vulnerable are unprecedented in their scale, pace and human impact.
John CarrFebruary 19, 2025
A Homily for the Seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time, by Father Terrance Klein
Terrance KleinFebruary 19, 2025
Sam Sawyer, S.J., president and editor in chief of America, announced today the selection of three graduating seniors from three U.S. colleges to serve as the 2025-26 Joseph A. O’Hare, S.J., Postgraduate Media Fellows.
The EditorsFebruary 19, 2025
Italian prime minister Giorgia Meloni visited the pope today. In an official statement, she said that the pope was “alert and responsive” and “has not lost his legendary sense of humor.”
Gerard O’ConnellFebruary 19, 2025