A face carved for fear; a mask of orange
flesh illuminated to protect from
evil, inhabitants here hidden, on
tender hooks, waiting. This simple orange
visage, fanged, eyebrows raised up (an orange
head poised to at demons shout, holler; come
from a field of brethren grown there, as one
raised for purpose singular). Blaze orange.
Vulnerable this flesh, cut and sliced, angles
sharpened for greatest terror, yet soft skin
so edible, easily consumed in
variety of ways, the flesh (angel-
like when sweetened) and the seeds (salty when
toasted, crunchy too). Pumpkin, I crave you.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]
[Image sourced from Wikimedia Commons]