Map of Austin Poetry #156-1 Theme: Pumpkin Head and Pie Face

1. A Pumpkin's View of All Saints Eve by Gary Blankenship

Jack sat on the stoop

and wondered how he got there.

A couple of days ago that he hung around the pumpkin patch

and listened to Granny tell tales about the Headless Horseman

and swapped lies with his brothers.

Now someone had carved

A silly grin on his face

With fangs no less;

The wind was drafty

Through his eyes;

And he felt a heat

Inside his shell;

He needed something for his heartburn, but there was no Maalox handy,

so he just sat on the stoop and watched the world go by,

as a Jack is wont to do on the day before Halloween.

Jack sat on the stoop

and wondered how he got there.

He seemed to remember some Old Squash tale about how Halloween

was a magic time and how the sprites

and the fae owned the earth for the day.

But on the stoop,

Tabby chased a spider

Through his nose;

Rover whizzed on his head,

Nearly putting out his light;

And a mouse nibbled

On where his ear should be.

He needed something for his ear (which really wasn't there),

but there was not Band-Aid handy, so he just sat on the stoop

and watched the world go by, as a Jack is wont to do

on the day of Halloween.

Jack sat on the stoop

and wondered how he got there.

His father was the largest pumpkin in five counties and

his mother was on the cover of Burpee's seed catalogue.

He should have made more of himself.

But on the stoop,

He watched the angels,

Witches, ghosts, cowboys

And bunnies knock on the door;

And he was kicked

Into the azaleas by an oaf

Dressed as a Power Ranger.

He needed stitching for this wounds, but even if a doctor had come by,

he did not have health insurance, so he just sat on the stoop and

watched the world go by, as a Jack is wont to do

on the night of Halloween.

Jack lay in the bushes

and wondered how he got there.

Even cinnamon, nutmeg and whipped cream would be better

than lying in the shrubs. For all that, even baking in a hot oven

with a little honey would be better.

But beside the stoop,

He watched the children

Fighting over who got

The best candy and whine

Wanting to eat a caramel ball,

Even though it wasn't wrapped

And might not be safe.

He needed someone to pick him up and set him back on the stoop.

He was lifted up, but he was carried to the trash can

and dumped among the cans and candy wrappers and empty wine bottles.

Jack lay in the garbage

and wondered no more.

As a Jack is wont to do the day after Halloween.

© 2000 Gary Blankenship

2. Silent Embrace by Vanyell

In the darkness

I feel your closeness,

The intimate proximity

of your teasing touch.

You steal the air from my lungs,

Forcing me to realize,

with you I no longer have to breath.

In your strong silent embrace

I feel your satin touch beneath my fingertips,

Hear the soft rustle of fabric.

I lose myself in your guarding comfort,

your rejuvenating strength.

I discover myself drawn to you

again,

again,

and again.

You are ever there

Waiting for my return

In the dying night.

My sole savior;

My cryptic lover;

My eternal coffin.

© 2000 Vanyell

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3. Halloween by Marilyn Injeyan

Sudden mountain looms. Night's backlit shadows

flung on door as I approach entryway

Skittish, breath caught, heart stampedes. Snapple slips

from wet, trembling hand, shatters glass. Plainly

chased and stomped by fear like Icabod Crane

in Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Horselaugh

Leaves nicker, a plane hums, spell is broken

Trotting for broom, dust pan, I sweep up shards

Glassy-eyed, I sip Strawberry Kiwi

dream shadows drift on mandarin mountain



Yesterday, Halloween by Marilyn Injeyan

No witches and goblins

stopped to Trick or Treat.

Our place was dark,

deserted like a haunted house.

Tonight I carved a Jack O' Lantern.

Its smile holds no fine teeth

like my son created

when living at home.

I cut a simple slit

but couldn't find a candle

to light the hollow place.

I roasted pumpkin seeds till golden.

Each carefully cracked seed

separates shell from center.

I chew and swallow the end of October,

taste its nutty flavor.

© Marilyn Injeyan