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Jessamine Halverson's avatar

Full fields are falling,

scythe wielding wheat warrirors,

run rampant reaping.

Jessamine Halverson's avatar

Warrirors haha, wish I could edit.

Honeygloom's avatar

Psh, I didn’t even notice. Also I am pretty typo-prone so no judgement here😅

Honeygloom's avatar

Oh nice! I really like the rhythm of this one🖤

A.P. Murphy's avatar

Demeter's legions marching -

fighting that other reaper,

the bony triumphant one

Honeygloom's avatar

That guy has a spotless battle record. Goals, you know?

A.P. Murphy's avatar

Anyone he misses, he just says he wasn’t interested in that one anyway. That’s how you keep your record 100%

Tracy's avatar

Prompt: Reaping gangs

Thank you honeygloom for hosting!

Perhaps the earth tires

No matter! Relentlessly

The reapers gather.

Honeygloom's avatar

Oh she does! No doubt. I love this!

Tracy's avatar

It is a horror prompt though I am tempted to sing the praises of labor and Earth's bounty :) But in keeping with the theme:

The human locusts

Decimate Earth's fruitful yields

Devouring Her fields.

Honeygloom's avatar

We are a plague, or a parasite, well done!

And for the record, I am no stickler for the rules! Write whatever strikes you🖤

David Perlmutter's avatar

Young men did that by the thousands in North America in the Great Depression because it was about the only job they could get. Today's reapers, though, are migrant workers from other nations who are treated and paid extremely poor.

Honeygloom's avatar

I live in California, there are a lot of migrant workers here. And California farmers treat them horribly, despite the fact that they can’t bring in the harvest without them. It’s so infuriating.

Theresa Greene's avatar

In tomato fields

The Mexicans roam and pick

Locusts for markets

Lest anyone take offense, I actually see

The Mexican workers when they pick tomatoes from the commercial fields by the Nolichucky River. At one time they would let people come and take what was left but now they destroy the fields when they are through with them.

Honeygloom's avatar

I live in California, migrant workers do most of the work in fields here. We owe a lot to their hard work here for sure. I love that you brought in the modern harvest workers 🖤

Richbee's avatar

Beating the bushes

Snakes and locusts flee the blades;

Time cut scenes for scarce wages.

Hybrid Sequence Media's avatar

They say, “weep sow foot.”

And we call ‘em foot soldiers

it’s those feet neckties

Honeygloom's avatar

Ok don’t be mad but you lost me. I’m not always the brightest 🤦‍♀️

Hybrid Sequence Media's avatar

I meant to use the word Reap, sow, foot.

Like they’re hunters.

Honeygloom's avatar

Ah! Ok! I totally get you now! Very cool concept, I love the image of a battlefield of nature. I think of ninjas when I think foot soldiers and it’s even creepier that way, like they’re silently scything through a filed🖤

Songsterfunsterhamster's avatar

We are no army

This is no field of conflict

Still we march onward

Honeygloom's avatar

Well done! I love the relentless energy of this🖤

Chris J. Franklin's avatar

Sharp scythes make crops scared,

They know soon, those blades will move,

And none shall be spared... 😎

Honeygloom's avatar

I can hear them trembling in fear, well done!

Chris J. Franklin's avatar

Thanks! It's a bit like the movie 'Sausage Party', but set on a farm! Haha... 😎

Maryann's avatar

Lord of the Harvest

Offering to the Green God

Autumn arrives, death

Honeygloom's avatar

Beautiful! I love the middle line🖤

ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

Don’t fear the reaper.

He’s just one lonely old man.

But you should fear gangs.

Honeygloom's avatar

I fear no one 🫣