This poem was published around this time last year. I didn’t really like how it ended, but never got around to tinkering with it, so I will put it out as it is.

Happy Halloween.


a hollowed out
    rictus grin
    placed prominently
    at this liminal time

a curious crossroads
    of old and new
    with but a cursory nod
    to the peaceful host

frail shelter
    from this Samhain storm
    a rail of russet leaves
    and borne
    the broken limbs
    of oak

and scorned
    a membrane of glass

a solitary
    cupped flame
    dying deep within
    the bleeding ink
    of an obsidian heart



4 thoughts on “Pumpkin

    • I didn’t! That’s what I meant: I didnt like how it ended-I still don’t-but never got around to tinkering with it to my satisfaction.
      Perhaps this is the way it is meant to stay.


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