A slightly belated Halloween poem for this Autumnal time of the year |
Pumpkins With skin a sallow orange and carved in rictus grins We start our march through autumn and once more... it begins With costumes at the ready as nights begin their falls A brief reprieve, an eddy, the flow of time, it calls It hails hearts left weary, weary with the change So seasonal yet dreary, such shifts of pace, so strange Sketched with leaves strewn, copper, collecting in the bowers Stretched out limbs, lost... laid bare, left unclothed for the hours The hours that are taken, the hours we receive The daylight that's forsaken, lost in shrouds of leaves With darkness rapid, falling, closing out the year and yuletide soon calling, falling with our fears Fears that have stood too long, fears that we fell... short of where we could belong, short of... who can tell? Hitting home in heartlands strong where 'wants' rule over 'needs' In line with where such souls stand wrong, ... so vulnerable we bleed As fireworks prove fleeting, fast flying through such sky Kindred ships, scarce meetings, past explosions late... the cry Weeping, silent in the black with tricks spent in the night Invisible, to things we lack with treats long out of sight 'midst seasons constant turning, tight the candle wax grows thin Whilst tealights stand, long burning, bright ... behind a pumpkin's grin |