Unchosen
That patch:
unchosen pumpkins wait
for winter
and their withered fate
- they'll never go
through carving rites,
know inner glow
of lantern lights,
or face the world
with graven eyes,
or even serve
as pulp for pies -
while vicious skies
and sights convene
on this wicked
Halloween.
Unchosen © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
View this poem at AllPoetry.com
Photo prompt challenge (pumpkins lying in an expansive field below an autumnal sky) - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2735546-Poetic-landscapes-119
Submitted: October 27, 2019