Old Pumpkins
By Ray Schaufeld
Tue, 28 Oct 2014
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Blue eyes on watery blue.
Arthritis, diabetes, mood stabiliser meds
Sit on the sideboard.
Jill's up at four emptying her bladder.
She listens to Black music, sipping coffee.
The mewing tortoiseshell furball settles her dressing-gown lap.
Jack's not far behind.
November's better
Now the Housing's put in central heating.
Friday she's at St Brides,
Polishing her sonnets, meeting friends.
He takes the grandbairns to the City Farm;
Jemima the big white duck and Rust the Iron Age pig.
Their walls are bright with Art.
Approaching septegenuaria,
They are never without ghosts,
From childhood trees and dreams
To knots from times gone wrong
Unravelling to maypole ribbons
In the gavotte of Meaning's hide and seek;
And the people been and gone in the many peopled street,
Before they signed for their keys,
Shake down like falling autumn
To mainly peaceful presences of balance.
Halloween, Samhain, the night before All Saints
And two old pumpkins;
Their treat - fish supper with pungent vinegar
Their trick - staying alive.
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This is lovely, in so many
Permalink Submitted by Starfish Girl on
This is lovely, in so many ways!
'in the gavotte of Meaning's hide and seek', beautiful.
One to come back to I think.
Lindy
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Thoroughly enjoyed the
Thoroughly enjoyed the originality of this, vivid characterisation and the last line's a treat.
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From the first stanza to the
Permalink Submitted by luigi_pagano on
From the first stanza to the last, a delight Elsie. Very accomplished.
Luigi x
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A wonderful, piece, elsie.
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A wonderful, piece, elsie. Thoroughly enjoyed
Tina
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Hi Elsie
Hi Elsie
I agree with all the others that this is a wonderful poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
Jean
Jean Day
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