The Prompt: Choose a poem you like. Any poem. Take the last line and use it as the first line for a new poem.
The poem that I have used here is “The Daffodils” by William Wordsworth.
THE SCARECROW
And dances with the Daffodils.
The scarecrow as joy it kills,
To incite fear in creatures winged,
on a stick its existence hinged.
In tattered rags it stands tall,
stands come monsoon and fall,
Stands still in depths of night,
A scar upon a glorious sight.
It looks for you, with a smile forlorn,
It looks for you, with a grimace torn,
Across its face, to absent ears,
as it drinks its own absinthe tears.
Come night, you lie on the bed still,
fear its face in your dreams does fill,
it inhales the scent of terror with vigor,
its strength this very scent does trigger.
In its eyes, lies the fear of a hundred,
it brings to life the very objects of dread,
no shield no walls can hold it back,
Your very essence it does track.
It comes for you, to get into your head,
to make you feel much worse than dead,
It’s here right now, don’t make a sound,
Whatever you do, don’t turn around.
Arnab Mukherjee 