Pumpkin
Petrified
swollen cherub
no give
in your calloused cheeks
your smile
anticipating the cry
of the chorus
the wind snuck in
through the gaps
in your teeth
through the holes
of your eyes
stole the flame
of your brain
plucked it
whilst you sang
trying to hold back
the November night
Belated Halloween poem.
Shoals Of Starlings 