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.
©Andrew James Murray
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
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