written by: Ingrid Wilson
The sky may well appear
The colour of the carved-out pumpkin’s eye
Perhaps not time to celebrate
But high time that we start to question why
The colour of
Unique brand of fake-tan;
Who is the Jack-o’-Lantern
At the heart of all this horrorshow?
Well, don’t ask me, I wouldn’t know!
I’ll leave the answer up to you.
Nor could I guess his heart’s desire:
Perhaps to set the world on fire?
Please stop him, if you can.
JAN/FEB 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ingrid is a writer and independent publisher via her publishing house Experiments in Fiction. She published Amazon-bestselling poetry anthology 'Wounds I Healed' in June 2022, and is to publish the first solo poetry collection by Jeff Flesch, 'Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow,' on 1 September 2022. Her own work has been published widely both online and in print, and she was nominated for Spillwords Author of the Year 2021. You can find out more about her work and publishing activities at her website - Experiments in Fiction.
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