This poem, written for a workshop, is a Naga Uta--a syllabic poem of 5 and 7 syllables per line in this order: 5/7/5/7/...as long as you like, ending in 5/7/7. No rhyme is required.
GRAVEYARD
Grim mortuary.
Muddy smudges on dull skins
Streak across pumpkins.
Wry orange countenances.
Faces etched in pain.
Farmer John dumped his children.
Pumpkins buried here.
Carved in glory for lanterns.
Usefulness ended.
Tossed aside November one.
So soon forgotten.
Jagged tooth frowns, eyes still lit!
Glaring through dawn's mist.
Angry protesting pumpkins.
All Saint's Day chorus.
Chanting supernatural.
Here in Farmer John's compost.
You make good use of the syllables in this piece for it has rhythmn and lots of vivid imagery. Pumpkin pie won't taste quite as sweet again. Thanks for this one.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 4, 2006
And I'll soon have a dinner starting with a pumpkin soup. I'll think on your poem as I spoon the soup. More poems Jo. Victor
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Poor li'l pumpkins...hope the "innards" were saved for pies or soups!
Micke