This poem is one of the finalists of the Furious Gazelle’s Halloween contest. The contest’s winner will be announced Friday.
By Twiggy Munford
Pumpkin Ice Cream
This is crazy – I mean
buying pumpkin ice cream
and having it drip from the cone
onto my fingers, sticky,
licking as fast as I can
before the big melt down.
Glass slipper beware!
Orange pints on shelf scream
this new flavor of the month.
Never heard of pumpkin ice cream.
Is this your idea Peter Peter?
Pumpkins are meant for knife attacks –
holey faces carved, seeds chunked,
guts stewed for witches’ brew,
pie-in-the-face pumpkin. Splat!
Candle inside lights hollows –
smile frown, square teeth chunks, triangle eyes.
Go feed witches and war mongers
pumpkin ice cream.
Have it drip on weapons and brooms.
Have them turn into rusty relics.
Will make pumpkin face smile.
Is this crazy?