Corn Dolly by Sarah Doyle







Corn Dolly 


I am the last of harvest,

limbs blonded brittle

by the late late sun.

I am hollow-boned

at All Hallows; reedy,


yellow-piped, stick-arms

flung cruciform open

in an embrace of gold.

I am stiff-skirted, wide

legged, fecund and


pregnant with home-

spun magic. I am

a threshing of seasons,

the safe-guarding of

plenty preserved in


my effigy. I am all

the reaper’s rewards,

cut from the final

sheaf, bundled and

twisted into promise.


Sarah Doyle


Originally published in Three Drops Press’ “Samhain” anthology, 2016; reprinted in “Bedford Square 10” Royal Holloway College Creative Writing anthology, 2017



Sarah Doyle is the Pre-Raphaelite Society’s Poet-in-Residence.  She holds an MA in Creative Writing from Royal Holloway College, University of London, and has been published widely in magazines, journals and anthologies, and placed in many poetry competitions.  She is co-author (with Allen Ashley) of Dreaming Spheres: Poems of the Solar System (PS Publishing, 2014). @PoetSarahDoyle