Pumpkin

A timely post from my poetry blog.

Coronets For Ghosts

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
 a single flame,
 faltering


©AndrewJamesMurray

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