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Alas Poor Pumpkin


Fat sits the pumpkin’s gruesome gnarly grin
snarling at the darkness… wondering just when….
when will come the demons…fat shrunken little men
fairy, pixie, witch…. flying super heroine.

Warily he eyes them – peripheral this fear
without ears he cannot see them coming from the rear
a candle burns within his mouth a licking tongue of flame
adds a glow to flickering eyes and slowly fries his brain.

As footsteps fail… the din subsides
the lights go out…. the shadows hide
and he, headliner of the bash
sits atop tomorrow's trash.


©10/28/2019

submitted to Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/12/2019 4:40:00 AM
Just realised the contest has ended! Congratulations :-) x
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Date: 11/12/2019 4:39:00 AM
I love this! Good luck in the contest:-) x
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Date: 11/5/2019 11:41:00 AM
What an imaginative write! I especially like the phrase "the shadows hide". The pumpkin's view point gains us a new perspective. Congratulations!
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Date: 11/1/2019 3:13:00 PM
Great clever saga of the poor abused pumpkin, so well penned! Congratulations on placing in the contest, John!
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Date: 11/1/2019 6:26:00 AM
Ah I love this one - full of original and funny ideas. Poor old pumpkins. Today, the rot begins. Congrats on your place in my contest!
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Date: 10/30/2019 11:28:00 AM
This is a wonderful narrative on the sad existence of the pumpkin/jack-o-lantern. A smile graced my face for every single line of the remarkable write. Thank YOU, John. Love it. Warm wishes, Gershon
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Date: 10/29/2019 4:16:00 AM
Excellent entry... I love it. Bless you, Gina
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