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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Pumpkins Wait for Trickery's Hands

©Ellen Wilson

Pumpkins wait
in October light
for trickery’s hands
to carve triangle eyes
and wicked grins
into their orange flesh.

Lit with candles they guard
the night when the moon
pulls back autumn’s drapes
to reveal Halloween.

Be wary, be quick
when you come upon
their ghoulish smirks
for it just might be your spirit
they surrender to the undead.

©Susie Clevenger 2012


Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, that second picture is just creepy! I like the idea of the Jack O'Lanterns guarding the occupants of homes from harm on Halloween.

Laurie Kolp said...


Trickery and wicked... love the frist stanza.

manicddaily said...

Ha! I will watch out! k .

Helen said...

Those smiles, those jack-o-lantern faces are priceless ~~ matching the poem perfectly!!

Mama Zen said...

I really like this!

Ella said...

I love this! I love the fleshy feel of a revealed mood~ Well Done!!!
The end photo...was great! I love your poem~ :D

Kay L. Davies said...

All very nice and Halloweeny until the last two lines grabbed me by the throat, Susie, and scared the wits out of me. So well done.

hedgewitch said...

The middle stanza is descriptively lovely, and the rest is tight and seasonally tricksy. Happy Halloween, Susie--it's my favorite time of year.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE that bottom photo! Too cool! Love your poem too, especially the moon pulling back its autumn drapes to reveal Hallowe'en:)

Hannah said...

I enjoyed this, Susie! Your second stanza image was wonderful!

Susan said...

I never thought of that! This is the first poetry Halloween for me, and I am amazed at all the scare!

Other Mary said...

Ah, that's great Susie. Love the picture at the bottom too! Happy Halloween to you!

Teresa said...

This is wonderful! I really enjoyed the second stanza.

Marian said...

nice! trick or treat or TRICKS!

Margaret said...

they guard
the night when the moon
pulls back autumn’s drapes


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