Jack-O'-Lantern
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
When I was a child, outside of Christmas,
Halloween was my favorite time of year.
I loved to make homemade costumes from old rags,
to wear trick-or-treating in the neighborhood.
And yet, for me, the most fun was carving
the scariest pumpkin my mind could conceive.
It was one of the only times I was allowed to wield a knife;
and I reveled in it, turning carving pumpkins into an art.
Dad would drive me to a farmer's pumpkin patch
and let me pick out my favorite orange canvas;
to showcase my artistic talents.
I'd start by cutting into the top of the pumpkin,
scalping it to gain access to its skull.
And with my hands, I'd scoop out its brains,
which felt mushy, gooey, slimly, and gross;
as I removed it to make my Jack-o'-lantern.
Then, with an eye for the hideous, I'd prepare to carve.
Sculpting its grotesque features, I'd start by gouging out its eyes,
shaping a deformed noise, and cutting a toothy grimacing smile.
When finished, I'd proudly present my monstrosity to Mom;
who'd light a candle and stick it inside my gargoyle,
then she'd set it on our stoop to guard us against any evil demons
that may be skulking around on this All Hallows' Eve.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment