down in the veggie bed,
I harvested and cured him
and hollowed out his head.
We'll call him Jack o'Lanterns(though he's really rouge d'Etampes),
and now his brains to soup are turned,
his skull into a lamp.
Now veils between the worlds are thinand ghosts and demons seen,
and Jack leers out with glowing grin,
says 'Happy Halloween!'
Happy Halloween!! A super spooky poem, Caroline says.
ReplyDeleteDid you carve out your pumpkin's insides to nearly the skin to get that beautiful translucence (and the soup)?
Oh, I hope I don't give her nightmares!
ReplyDeleteYes, I scooped him out with a potato peeler and a spoon, which seem the best tools for the job. He was a beautiful orange colour, but being so thin skinned will probably go all floppy and weird, so perhaps I'll document his degradation!
Wooooooooooooooooooooo!
ReplyDeleteFanatastic! Happy Halloween to you both!
ReplyDeleteOops, anonymous I'm not!
ReplyDeleteDid you roast his brains with a little salt?
ReplyDeleteI do love this.
Happy haloween!
ReplyDeleteHappy Halloween, Lucy and Tom.
ReplyDeleteIs Molly frightened of Jack?
Oh! i love Jack-O's ear!
ReplyDeleteLove the ear especially!
ReplyDeleteThanks all. I hope you all had a suitably spooky time.
ReplyDeleteEven Tom, who sees my need to make a pumpkin light at Halloween as a somewhat pointless bit of whimsy, was rather taken with his ears, That's the shape the cutter of the potato peeper makes left to its own devices. Molly was slghtly taken aback by him!
I'm not sure about the Halloween fuss and I don't blame Molly for being taken aback, but I do think I like these pumpkin lanterns, for what they are, regardless of their raison d'etre. Your lantern has a vaguely benign appearance when you look at it long enough. Its cheering to know that its innards have been put to good use in a soup. A pretty poem to go with it.You should sing it by the fireside to keep the witches off.
ReplyDeleteI do like the way you match pictures to words! Halloween is a rather sad thing in England, but we couldn't do without our jack o'lanterns! My little daughter carved up three . . . "happy" or "scary" she says before carving.
ReplyDeleteOurs are not so thin-skinned, though they also burn with thought. I like your light verse, Lucy! And I had pumpkin soup yesterday.
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