Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Great Pumpkin

the lamp
lit through clenched teeth, bearing down night's
darkness with smoldering
eyes, glaring hot
Jacko!

4 comments:

  1. You've surpassed yourself in mastery of the form here, the progression and imagery perfect, the poem a pleasure. But then a witchy poet "twelve-fingerd, our of mind"... would be most powerful and on intimate terms with these things this time of year. ; )

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  2. Ah, Brian, our dear Annie. I like the typo, "our of mind" rather than "out of mind." :) I have been her kind... "rearranging the disaligned."

    Love her!

    I have *Transformations*; I still need to get her collection.
    ~Kay

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  3. Kay, I think this is the first reverse cinquain I've ever read. Great visual details. I like the concluding line.

    Chen-ou

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