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.
Pumpkin
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
behind
a membrane of glass
a solitary
cupped flame
dying deep within
the bleeding ink
of an obsidian heart
©AJM
City Jackdaw 
Very beautiful. Fun to read out loud. I’m glad you tinkered with this until it felt right.
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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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Hi there Jackdaw, Just a quick note to say i have nominated you for a WordPress Family Award. I will be posting about it shortly. Thanks for all your hard work! Mindful magpie.
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Why thank you my fellow bird blogger-I shall look out for it. 🙂
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