
Ode from a deliquescing pumpkin
I was once a pumpkin:
Now I am a mess.
The party night is over
And I wait to deliquesce.
The treats have been handed out
Some to children too bold
Who think that a cigarette
Is not a sign you’re too old.
They came in hoards and cars
As if the end of time was near
From close by and far way
Some with the scent of beer.
I was once orange and in my prime
Round and succulent to behold.
But now I deliquesce
As I grow a little mold.
I will not make Thanksgiving
Which I hear is a special holiday
Where pumpkins become pie
And make taste buds say, “Yay!”
I hope you will remember me
As I slump into the earth.
Don’t think of me as too scary
But with a little mirth.
And next year at this time
Decorate one of my kin
And the season of the spooks
Can once again begin.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Tagged as Friday, Halloween, photo, poem, poetry, Pumpkin, rhyming poetry, writing prompt