The Girls Gone Away

Twenty years ago the first girl became lost

Somewhere between O’Neils fields and the frost

Her footsteps could be seen so clear in the snow

Away from the village to where no one would go

Beyond the farm house, and far past the fence line

Beyond all that O’Neil swore “is all mine”

Into the woods where nothing ever was found

With nothing to see but bare trees and cold ground

The village searched, sobbed and accused

As rage bought them nothing and hearts slowly bruised

And days became weeks and weeks became longer

And the memory of the girl grew fainter not stronger

Silently they agreed to let no feelings show

But hold their pain deep and there let it fester and grow

Until one frosty morning it just came to be

That the image of the girl no villager could see

Her parents were workers and by working each day

They forgot the pure joy of the girl gone away

And life carried on as life always will

With no remnant remaining, just long winter chill

Then seventeen years ago the second girl became lost

Somewhere between O’Neils fields and the frost

Footsteps were clear and easily traced

She’d walked from the town with no soul giving chase

She’d walked away in the depths of the night

Out of their homes and out of their sight

And as the villagers searched, sobbed and accused

They felt familiar pain in their hearts once more bruised

And this time as they searched a boy aged just six

Saw the old scarecrow of torn cloth and sticks

Saw its head tiled now on one side

Saw it turn just so slightly with a smile open wide

He saw one stick arm raise one branch to its lips

And he saw old decay blow just one kiss

The girl not found remained unreturned

And the children were berated, why could they not learn?

Stay in your homes, don’t leave don’t take risks

They were tucked warm and whole, warned and then kissed

And time did its march and inched forward once more

And feelings were locked up for certain and sure

Had her name been Suzanne? Or Airdrie? Or Jane?

No matter, no mention, it would not happen again

Then fourteen years ago the third girl became lost

Somewhere between O’Neils fields and the frost

Footprints again marching out in the snow

While people slept at home with coal fires aglow

While people slept deeply eyes closed on the world

The village of Reigns End lost its third girl

The villagers were furious and afraid and irate

Hammering new fences with and a barricade gate

They defended instead of searching afresh

They defended the north, then the south and the west

They built walls from rocks and dirt and wood

And declared the village sealed closed now for good

Then the boy, now aged a strong wiser nine

Crept to the field beyond the fence line

He skulked to the scarecrow frozen and still

And felt afraid and uncertain and bitterly ill

The scarecrow in moonlight was a shadow and form

Unmoving, uncaring and tattered from storms

“Where is she?” the boy asked and the scarecrow remained

Not speaking or winking, completely unchanged

“Where is she?” he asked and kicked at the figure

Who whipped up its head, as its smile grew bigger

Its eyes blinked wide open and his mouth was a leer

“The girls are all gone long ‘way from here”

Its voice was a hiss of hoar’s frost and death

And the boy smelt sewerage and death on its breath

The boy ran screaming and collapsed to his bed

Where memories became nightmares and nothing was said

For a week he was feverish and pale and near departed

More stress on a village so oft’ broken hearted

Then temperature dropped and appetite returned

But of what he’d seen no parent or friend would learn

For as with the grief that the town rushed to subdue

The boy submerged his encounter and believed it not true

Seven years passed this time before a new girl was lost

Somewhere between O’Neils fields and the frost

O’Neil was long dead and his son moved away

But the fields were O’Neils so the town’s folk would say

A new church had risen and farming had changed

And people had moved and homes rearranged

Old fears were superstitions neither founded nor real

And light and base fact left all things revealed

The girl simply vanished just as with the others

Walking away from her family and her two baby brothers

No traces, no signs, no hope, and no sight

Just there during the day and then gone to the night

The villagers were solemn and sombre and stoic

With no act undertaken be they cowardly or heroic

They mumbled and trod and gave heed to a search

But they never mentioned loss or acknowledged hurt

And the boy now sixteen huddled deep in his home

Afraid to go out and face things alone

He knew the scarecrow was in O’Neils field yet still

Turning its head with its slashed mouth and ill will

He knew it was waiting and abiding aware

But he just could not move, just would not dare

So the year passed and stained the boy in shame

And he hung his head silently absorbed all the blame

And the village continued and never spoke of the loss

And the village returned to winter and frost

Then just three years past, the boy now a man

Turned to the fields able now to understand

The woods were no danger, just the thing in the field

The thing that one winter had malice revealed

The boy now a man with girls of his own

Who he watches each night and never lets alone

The boy now a man with a mans pain and remorse

And a mans intent to alter an ill fates course

And the boy now a man married to a wife he adores

Who he loves as he can despite his hearts flaws

And the woman his wife sees the shadows in his eyes

And waits each night for him to speak ‘ere sunrise

But each night he is stoic and silent once more

And she loves him as is but hopes for yet more

And the man he wakes in darkness at one

With the earth hard and icy and far from the sun

And he hears a creak on the stair and see’s a child of his own

Stepping in her sleep to go away from his home

He leaps from the bed and snatches his axe

As his girl steps out side leaving bare footed tracks

He shouts her name but she yet does not hear

Just walks away surefooted and into his fear

He pressed into the wind that she does not feel

And slips and trips on the ice at his heal

She draws away as he screams for her to wake

Past the boundary and the farm and the old rusted gate

He staggers and weaves and screams to the night

Please let his girl be alive and alright

And in a shaft of the moonlight he sees now revealed

The scarecrow there waiting no longer concealed.

Colossal, eight legged, with its body hunched low

Its many eyes all ablaze with hatred to sow

Under its body are gathered webbed sack like pearls

Each sack containing bodies of the gone away girls

The scarecrow was hunched like a predator hunting

Straw mouth and straw throat growling and grunting

The boy now a man now a father stood resolved

And called to the daughter his heart longed to hold

And the village behind him finally awoke

Lit torches as remorse and denial finally broke

They surged to the field and the man with the axe

And the girl walking closer to the loss and the black

And with his village now with him the mans bravery grew

And he stepped to the creature as a bitter wind blew

The eyes of insanity and night and despair

Met the eyes of a father filled only with care

The man raised his axe and the scarecrow raised limbs

And the axe swung wide as the creature roared at him

And the daughter she stopped and turned to her Dad

Seeing him enraged and frightened and screaming and mad

And she looked to the sacks so close now to hand

She blinked her eyes clear and could now understand

It was on the town’s grief that this the creature it fed

Not on the girls gone away and long believed dead

She could see through the webbing to the girls inside

Breathing so slowly these white webbing dressed brides

And she turned to her father and hoped that he knew

That though her action was reckless it was meant pure and true

And screaming he saw her dive to the sacks down beneath

And he screamed out her name to the girl out of reach

“No” he screamed louder as she vanished from sight

And the creatures foul snapped wildly to bite

He screamed out again now pinned where he lay

Seeing the night darken to black from cold gray

And the creature it turned and sought the girl beneath

Howling and roaring in pained disbelief

As sack after sack was swift torn away

The girl rolled and stood and turned then to say:

“No more”

And the villagers surged forward with flame and with might

And clove and slashed and burnt this creature from night

And the scarecrow, the spider, it howled and it hissed

Surging and stamping and slashing to resist

The girl saw her father and took up his axe

And charged at the scarecrow with relentless attack

The scarecrow was shrinking and bleeding and afraid

Its stature diminished as the girls were dragged away

It was hissing and stamping with fear in its poise

And the man now a father became once more just a boy

Only this time fear would be routed and the nights would be shorter

The boy stood and took the axe the axe from his daughter

And the blows rained and splintered and severed

And the scarecrow crumpled and bled into forever

And the daughter saw her father the brave hearted man

Saw his leg pulsing blood and he unable to stand

And the girls gone away now returned found arms

As their parents ran screaming from their houses and farms

Each girl had not aged and looked just as they’d been

Each blinked and stretched now delivered from dreams

Each held to sobbing parents and received kisses and tears

As each was returned from their families worst fears

And the father, the man, the boy collapsed dead away

With a bite in his leg scorching flesh grey

His daughter she kissed him and felt skin turn ice

And she turned to her mother and sister that night

They wept together over their now dying man

Holding his loved head and both of his coarse hands

And he blinked one and saw his wife and his girls

And he coughed and he whispered “You are my world”

Then breath ceased and life flickered still

And the sun rose unknowing as always it will

And the night frost abated and melted to water

And the wife walked back home with both of her daughters

And their husband and father they never forgot

They never buried his memories or let thoughts of him stop

And often remembered the night he had fought

And the days he had toiled and all that he’d taught

And the grief they kept and turned into more

As they spoke of him with love ever perfect and pure

The scarecrow the spider was gone into the flame

The grass burnt beneath was never the same

It stayed grey and diseased where nothing now grew

So the villagers encircled it with fencing as each of them knew

That grief has a home that must be respected

And that grief, though painful, must stay connected

Grief and loss so easily swallow us whole

Tear at our world and leave punctures and holes

Grief chews and it gnaws and it bruises and pains

Takes everything clean and leaves it bitter and stained

But grief is a product of love and of joy

Of childish wonder that nothing ever can destroy

The memories of all things are with us still

As always they have been and always they will

And those that we’ve lost who we’ve loved and adored

Should never be closed off and sealed behind doors

But spoken of and shared whenever the times right

Appreciated and venerated and kept in plain sight

Turning from lost love only feeds savage beast

And talking and loving are the souls own release

So if to anyone “I love you” you have said

Then that person’s memory will never be dead

So the boy now a man now a father now dead

Was held to the light with his name often said

And the children of the village were told of this tale

That love and not fear should always prevail

And the daughter she grew and had children of her own

All loved and held close until she lay under stone

But her children and grandchildren held her memory plain

Because even in death loves purity remains