I Am Jack

Nameless
Faceless
No more
No longer sitting
In the cold, rustling Autumn wind
One among the multitude
Of the pumpkin patch

A split-faced grin
And ever glaring eyes
Blade forged features
Anthropomorphic
More human than gourd now
No sweet baked pie
A fire within
This matte orange rind
Pale, pulpy flesh
Flickering to life

From gourd to guard
A sentinel
Of frosty nights and fallen leaves
No longer faceless
Nameless
I am Jack
And my season has come
Jack-O-LanternFor dVerse Poetics pumpkin poetry prompt (try saying that five times fast, lol)

Advertisements

Down in the Hollow

A little something for Halloween- my favorite holiday 😉

 

Down in the hollow

In the whispering breeze

Dark branches grip and grasp

Their knobby hands naked of leaves

Reaching and scratching

At the white stones below

The silent stones standing

Down in the hollow

 

Their cold, weathered faces

Peer out through the weeds

The brambles grown wild

Where paths no longer lead

Once names where there graven

But wind and rain leave few traces

Of the identities carved on

Their cold, weathered faces

 

No one now knows

Who beneath those stones lie

No flowery tokens are left

No tear in a remembering eye

Down in the hollow

Where the whispering breeze blows

Lie bones that once walked, who

No one now knows

Autumn Knocking

Chill night air

Summer fades away

Already, leaves of green

Turn golden, orange and red

Soon the buckets will appear

On the trunks of maples

Collecting sweetness

To be condensed

Into sugary amber

 

Apples and pumpkins

Burnish in the September sun

To be sold on the roadside

Come the stark October winds

The cider mill awakes

From its dormant slumber

Of three seasons

To greet the autumn

With its crisp nectar

And the warm smell

Of fresh made doughnuts

 

Yes

Autumn is knocking at the door

With the scent of woodburning stoves

And the swishing crackle

Of walking through fallen leaves

And while I do not doubt

This season is beautiful

In any part of the world

Here

Beside the Great Lakes glimmer

Among the Appalachian hills

I think it may be

The most beautiful of all