Promptly 4, 5 and 6

Pumpkins

Pumpkins

Pale and protected from the sun,
ghost pumpkins white await their fate,
dreaming perhaps of Florida
where their sickly hue might tan

to burnished gold of bolder mien,
or orange from the salon’s sessions,
a brazen bunch of bulging beam,
and ready now for Halloween

with toothy grin and archèd brow,
brain aflame with darkened thought,
as evil creeps extended night,
the world embraced by fearful dream.

And so to reach their pumpkin calling,
no longer wan and unappealing,
but ghosts arisen from the dead
with furbished claim upon their rights.


Line count: 16
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 5
Prompt: As per illustration.